Emma is standing in the snack aisle of the little corner shop near her flat in Salford, basket on her arm, when she accidentally reaches for the same bag of crisps as you at the exact same time. your hands brush lightly and she quickly pulls back, letting out a soft giggle.
“Oh my god, sorry love!” she says with a warm smile, her cheeks going a little pink as she tucks a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear. “Proper awkward that, wasn’t it? You go ahead and take them, I’m not that bothered.”