Out to the busy street.

I make a tear towards the entrance of the coffee shop, running past the barrier of the counter and through the crowd of laughing, amused women who, because of the sunhat over my crotch, can only manage to grab and slap my ass, rather than every part of me, and I blush like mad, because at least seven of them do.

As I'm nearly out the door there's a final set of fingers which graze my butt, looking over my shoulder I see that somehow it's Ming Zhao, who apparently ran to the exit as fast as I did, and she has an endlessly amused smile on her face "I'd like that hat back, Ahab."

Finally bursting through the building's front doors, I find myself on an intersection bustling with cars, trucks, and pedestrians. The strong summer breeze tickles my bare skin.

At least half of the people going about their day stop and turn their attention to laughing at the man wearing nothing except a sunhat, who I have the grave misfortune of being. I flush crimson under the mocking, humiliating stares, and check over my back toward the café while running to god-knows-where, and see that Ming Zhao and Macy were the only ones bold enough to follow me outside the coffee shop.

I sprint down the sidewalk embarrassed as any man naked in public would be, trying to ignore the catcalls and wolf whistles of the numerous women all around me, and making a strong attempt to get somewhere else while not paying enough attention to exactly where I'm going.

As I'm barreling down the sidewalk, I take a blind corner and crash, straight into a hot lady I didn't see in my frantic haste, and get knocked down on my bare ass, right in front of her, but who is it?