Matthew sighed as he walked down the streets of the town, pondering many phiosophical questions, lost in "what ifs" and "maybe, or nots." He was a tall young man, standing at about six feet with a lean build of about 140 lbs. He had long (for a guy) brown hair, glasses and ice-blue eyes (yet no one noticed through the lenses). He sighed, his thoughts eventually coming back to his own lonely world. He had no friends anymore (they'd all moved away), his girlfriend had gone off for some other guy, and he was pretty down on his luck. He had an application in his hand for the cafe down the street, hoping to get a job there, so he could at least have something to occupy his time.
He sighed as he opened the door, running his fingers through his hair to calm himself, because interviews always made him nervous. He wore a nice-fitting button-up long-sleeved shirt and slacks with his clean-looking tennis shoes. He noticed someone's eyes on him and looked up, catching an amazingly beautiful woman's eyes with his own, a nervous smile spreading across his lips which would soon change to a gasp as she tripped. He reached his arms out for her, trying wildly to catch her and to keep his balance, his hands landing at random spots on her body in the chaos. His left hand caught her from the front, landing atop the top half of her breast, his right arm slipping under her left one, his hand sliding along her smooth dress and landing on her rear, to which he realized he felt no underwear. He caught her, his face mere inches from hers, he looked into her eyes. "Wh-whoa.. You okay?" He asked, his face soon turning red after asking as he readjusted his hands to her underarms and helped her stand upright.