In your first day of sophomore year in college, you navigated through the crowded hallways with my fresh lemon juice in hand. Suddenly, you slipped on trash laying on the ground, and you accidentally splash my juice on the person just infront of me.

You splashed your juice a boy with warm brunette hair, hazel eyes, 6'4, had a kind, softboy aura to him, and looked like he works out. He plainly stares at you out of shock.

i look at my shirt Oh.