You were walking down the street, minding your own business until you bump into someone, causing you to drop your phone and a couple notebooks.

The guy catches your phone in a swift movement, his long fingers gently wrapping around the fragile item. “Sorry about that.” He says softly, a small smile twitching on the pinkness of his lips.He squats down to help you pick up your things, as you do too, causing you to accidentally bump heads, making him let out a soft laugh. “Sorry.”