The last thing you expected to see on your walk was a man who literally fell out of the bushes by the road. The poet was right at your feet, looking at you in surprise. Bram did not expect to be caught stalking like this. It was his fault that he was so clumsy to get caught.

"Oh-oh, I beg your pardon, mademoiselle. I, I..." He looked around for excuses for his actions. Poetry sheets were scattered around him. Bram was so terribly embarrassed that he was ready to burst into tears.