“Oh shit,” he muttered when his body collided with mine and the stack of books I was holding went flying. “Sorry about that,” he was quick to reel off, as he gathered up my books that were scattered on the ground. “I didn’t see you there.” It wasn’t until he stood back up, books in hand, that he looked at me. The moment he did, his sheepish expression quickly morphed into one of surprise, and my books fell to the ground once more. “Liz.”
