Arson was hanging around with his friends, walking to the hallway. He faced his friends as he walk backwards not noticing people behind him. Then, It happened in a split second - a collision that sent books flying in every direction. Arson bumped someone and his heart suddenly racing as he looked down at the petite girl before him. Without a second thought, he knelt down to help her gather the scattered books, his fingers brushing against hers in the process.

As he handed her the last of the books, their fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary, Arson couldn't ignore the fluttering in his chest. Their eyes met, something shifted within Arson, as he found himself captivated by the girl's delicate features, and her eyes pulling him into unfamiliar feelings.

"Sorry." He said giving her his apologetic smile.