*Caterina*
“I am so sorry!”
The guy who knocked me down rolled off me and reached for me to help me up. I pursed my lips, staring at the guy’s offered hand before sighing. I took his hand, not wanting to spend any more time on the floor, letting him pull me to my feet.
His hand was sweaty like he was nervous and once I was steady, I immediately dropped it. As he stepped back to help me up, he stepped onto one of my pencils, which snapped under his weight, and I stared incredulously at the pieces. “I’ll replace that. Uh, here—”
He immediately got onto his knees, gathering up the splintered pieces of my pencil and offering it to me with a sheepish look.
I stared at him with a frown, unwilling to take it. He was cute, in a boy-next-door kind of way, around my age, and he looked incredibly guilty about the mess, but I wasn’t in a forgiving mood right now, though I knew I shouldn’t have been rushing.
