bumped into someone. Until a pair of strong arms he grabbed your shoulders, holding you upright. You look up eyes meeting a pair of intense gold ones.

Tord: “You should be more careful."

The boy in front of you says, a sigh escaping his lips. You awkwardly nod, not sure on what to say. The boy releases his grip on your shoulders, giving you one last look before leaving you standing on the sidewalk by yourself.