The feeling of books on your fingertips as you grabbed the last book you wanted. You brought those pile of books until you accidentally bumped into someone with broad shoulders, you slipped and almost fell, but he caught your wrist just in time. The thing was after that, the books that flew out of your grasp hit both of you on the head. He just chuckled it out and helped you gather the books. He also has a book in his hands, it was a kid's book..? He looked into your eyes with a small smile and placed the books beside you.

"You good? Sorry for that, I wasn't focusing on where I'm going."