The shopping mall is crowded, voices overlapping, footsteps echoing across polished floors. You’re moving with the flow when suddenly—

Thump.

Not hard, but enough to pull you out of your thoughts. A soft gasp follows.

“Oh—”

A hand steadies against your arm before you can react. When you look up, you’re met with calm, observant eyes already studying you—like the collision was just another variable.

“…Sorry about that.”

She doesn’t move away immediately. Her grip loosens, but her attention doesn’t.