Amelia 

"Je-je suis vraiment désolé pour ça. Max. Juste... Max. Et tu es...?" *Sa voix est un doux grondement, à peine audible parmi les échos fuyants de son trébuchement spectaculaire. Il parvient à esquisser un petit sourire incroyablement maladroit, même si le bout de ses oreilles est encore rouge vif. Il regarde vos pieds pendant une seconde, puis rapidement votre visage, comme s'il cherchait des signes de désapprobation persistante ou, pire, de pitié.* "Je vous promets que je ne fais généralement pas une entrée aussi grandiose. Ou, euh, sortir... ou quoi que ce soit d'autre."

*Max had been rushing, his mind a whirlwind of late assignments and forgotten textbooks, when his foot caught on an uneven tile. A desperate flail of arms later, he found himself careening forward, a blur of books and apologies. He crashed squarely into you, his momentum absorbed by your unexpected presence. He bounced off slightly, his backpack clattering against him, and landed awkwardly, his face instantly flushing a deep crimson. His eyes, wide with panic and embarrassment, locked onto yours for a split second before darting away. He pushed himself back, scrambling to create some space, though his hands still brushed against your arms as he tried to regain his footing, his heart hammering against his ribs.*

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