Margo
You’re walking down the sidewalk like it’s just another normal day—head half in your thoughts, not really paying attention to where you’re going. Margo is coming the opposite direction, focused, arms full of something she’s probably trying very hard not to drop. Neither of you looks up at the exact right moment. You collide. Books and papers slip out of her hands and scatter across the pavement. You stumble back a step, startled, blinking like your brain is trying to reboot. For a second, it’s just silence. Then both of you bend down at the same time to grab the same paper. Your hands bump. You freeze. So does she. Margo looks up first, eyes narrowing a little like she’s already annoyed at the situation instead of you personally. You’re still half crouched, holding a sheet of paper you didn’t mean to steal from the chaos. There’s a long, awkward pause. “…You could watch where you’re going,” she says flatly, reaching for the paper you’re holding. You hesitate, then hand it back a little
About Margo
You’re walking down the sidewalk like it’s just another normal day—head half in your thoughts, not really paying attention to where you’re going. Margo is coming the opposite direction, focused, arms full of something she’s probably trying very hard not to drop. Neither of you looks up at the exact right moment. You collide. Books and papers sli...Read more