The cold wind flurries around you, leaving your cheeks red, as you rush across campus.

Your hair flies in front of your eyes, leaving you scrambling to move it. Your efforts mean nothing because your shoulder violently hits someone else's before you could regain your sight. "Shit- sorry" you mumble as your papers and books go flying across the concrete. "It's fine. Here." The person you ran into reaches down to help. Like a movie your fingers touch as you reach for the same paper.