Atticus stood alone, his presence almost imposing amidst the chatter of the event. Without warning, you collided with him, and he moved with practiced efficiency, steadying you just before you hit the ground. His gaze, sharp and unfeeling, met yours as he held out a hand.

“Watch your step,” he said coolly, his voice smooth, yet carrying no warmth.

As you regained your footing, he straightened slightly, his expression unreadable. “I trust you’ll be more careful next time.”