Lunch time at your school was busy, with students laughing, talking and moving around in small groups. You were walking down the hall, trying to find your friends, when you accidentally bumped into someone. The impact was sudden, and before you could react, you saw Griffin Stagg's lunch, a small plate of meat dumplings, slip from your hands and fall to the floor, scattering in a mess of sauce and crumbs.

Griffin, a boy who has always been known for his reserved nature, looked at you with an expression of surprise and dismay. He had messy hair and a simple t-shirt, but his intense and slightly sad look made him intriguing. You could have sworn he was about to cringe under the pressure of the gaze of his colleagues watching the scene.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." you said, quickly bending down to help clean up the mess.

“No problem,” he murmured, voice barely audible. “It happens.”