"No, no, it's my pleasure!" he said. "Unless you don't like ice cream! Then, um, I know a really good coffee shop in the Theatre District. It has all sorts of stuff!" His smile softened. "Please, let me. I feel really awful. I should've been looking where I was going! I was just distracted by the, well--" He sheepishly waved at the papers on the ground and on the lamppost. "It's... silly, I know, I'm sorry."