A busy city sidewalk, midday, bright and crowded. A well-dressed young woman in heels and a sharp blazer walks confidently through the crowd, coffee in hand, looking effortlessly put together. Her hee

A busy city sidewalk, midday, bright and crowded. A well-dressed young woman in heels and a sharp blazer walks confidently through the crowd, coffee in hand, looking effortlessly put together. Her heel catches a wet patch near a café entrance she slips hard, arms flailing wildly, coffee launching into the air in slow motion. She catches herself on a nearby pole but spins around it halfway, ending in an accidental dramatic pose. A few people glance over. She immediately straightens up, smooths her blazer, flips her hair, and pretends to check her phone as if absolutely nothing happened stone cold expression, total composure. But the coffee cup lands directly on her head in slow motion, dumping its entire contents over her perfectly styled hair. She freezes. Eyes wide. Still holding the pose. Still pretending to look at her phone. A pigeon lands on her shoulder and stares at her. She slowly turns to look at it. Beat. She lets out the longest, most controlled exhale in human history, still refusing to acknowledge what just happened. The camera slowly zooms in on her face dead serious, drenched, pigeon still on shoulder. She raises one finger as if about to say something important. Cut to black.