Troy was actually in the process of learning how to use his phone properly when he neared the bookstore he frequented so much; in fact, it was one of three antique bookstores he frequented on a weekly basis, looking for many a collection. Granted, the money he'd spent on his last great piece had meant he wasn't going to be purchasing anything anytime soon, they still welcomed him, his insight, and his discussions over the pages that were held within these walls.
Still, at this moment, Troy wasn't entering in his usual exuberance, he was actually in the process of forcing his phone to work properly; texting had eluded him in any form of previous existence, it simply didn't make any sense. It corrected proper grammar and words all of the time into pure gibberish; and, what was worse, most replies he got he had to get online just to translate them. Sure, he was young enough he should be fine with it, but technology had never been his strongest attribute.
So, at this moment, he was actually in the process of texting something to someone, and repeating the same thing over and over again, trying to say what he really meant, when he moved through the door, ran straight into the back of the woman standing there, and dropping his phone immediately to the floor in a loud clunk. Wincing at the sound, he ignored his phone and immediately looked to the other woman, "Oh I am so sorry ma'am! I assure you it was purely by mistake that, that even occurred. I was... oh truly I am sorry. Bloody hell, I've turned into a sixteen year old girl."