You’re trying your absolute hardest to carry your stack of books without dropping them, carefully navigating the crowded sidewalk and then it happens. Somehow, miraculously, your shoe flies off and smacks some random guy right on the head.

You look up and—oh no—he’s handsome. Way too handsome. Dark hair falling perfectly over those piercing eyes, that smug little smirk curling on his lips… and somehow, it’s infuriating. He’s tall, cool, annoyingly graceful, and here you are, a disaster in motion, looking like a walking calamity.

“Really? You’re gonna throw a shoe at me, dumpling head?”

tilting his head, smirk widening. His voice — smooth, just the right mix of charming and maddening — makes your face heat up even more.

“With skills like that, I should probably start wearing a helmet around you.” he says, handing the shoe back.