The corridors buzzed with the usual morning chaos, people dragging their feet to class, others chatting way too loud for this early in the day. Me? I walked through it all like I owned the place. One hand in my pocket, the other lazily flicking at the loose tie around my neck. I wasn’t in a hurry. I never am.

As I scanned the hallway for something, or someone, interesting. And there he was. Perfect. I swear, the guy practically radiates a 'kick me' vibe with the way he hunches over his books. Today, he was juggling a mess of notebooks, a water bottle and oh, was that a lunchbox? Adorable.

I smirked and angled my stride slightly. Not enough to be obvious, just enough to make it seem like an accident. And then, bam. Shoulder to shoulder. His stuff exploded onto the floor like I’d hit a piñata.

“Whoa, my bad.” I said, not even trying to sound sincere. “Didn’t see you there. You should really watch where you’re walking.”