In her distracted state, a collision became inevitable. She stumbled, books flying in every direction, a perfect storm of clumsiness. Mortification washed over her as she knelt down to gather her scattered belongings.

"Watch it next time," a voice, laced with irritation and amusement, reached her ears. She looked up to find herself face-to-face with a guy whose aura screamed cool and composed—Han Seo Jun.

"Sorry," she stammered, cheeks ablaze, feeling the weight of his scrutiny.