Eric was just raising his camera oblivious to everyone around him until he felt something solid hit his back and threw him off-balance. He reached out and touched the streetlamp dropping and shattering his camera as he did so. He swore angrily at the breaking camera, "Son of a bitch!" he screamed and sighed heavily. As his hand made contact with the glowing metal he screamed again, "Fu...Frick," he said startled for the second time in less then a minute. An electric buzz went through his hand and up his arm instantly numbing his fingers. He drew back shaking his hand. "Ow," he said with a shake of his hand. He turned to look at the woman who was speaking. The one who'd ran into him.<br/><br/>She was beautiful he thought, even though she hid that beauty by too big clothing. He offered her a small smile, "Sorry about that, I'm Eric," he said and tilted his head back towards the lamp. "I haven't a clue. Came here to take a picture of it," he indicated the shattered camera on the ground, "Guess that won't be happening now," he said with a wry smile.<br/><br/>"You alright?" he asked as she touched the lamp. He knew his hand was still stinging from the touch and wanted to make sure she wasn't hurt by it too. Or worse hurt by colliding into him. He was after all in his full biking leathers so there was a lot of solid plating inside the coat to protect his body should he by some happen chance of fate crash his precious bike.