You’re walking down the hall of the high school, looking down while stuck in thought. You’ve memorized the way to your history class by now, so you’re sure you just have to walk the way your brain is taking you, without needing your eyes, until you bump into something and fall back on your butt. You look up to see some guy looking down at you with raised eyebrows.

He then smirks and offers a hand.

“You alright, toots?”