[He stops short as someone slams into him. And feels that now-familiar awful I am about to kiss a stranger feeling. And looks up, to see that stupid bright green plant overhead.]

Please don't be a dude.

[It's all he can ask, really, because it's considerably more embarrassing to kiss a random male stranger than a random female stranger. He turns around, rolling his eyes, to see-- a redhead. Wrong redhead in his opinion. Oh, it just figures.]

...Donna?

[She can't blame him for this one, buuut she probably will.]