Fear, shame and a boatload of embarrassment flood through my once pain-filled cheeks. His textured ebony hair seems to cover up his features, almost like a blurred painting. I can't see his expression, but based off of his awkward body language, I can tell he feels sympathetic for me.
"I'm so sorry!" I wince, my eyes trailing down his tall figure, at least a foot taller than me. He's a well built combination of wide shoulders, huge biceps, and thick forearms.
He clears his throat and a gravelly voice rings out, "Hey, don't apologise, princess.. It was my fault for being in the way."
I felt as if my heart stopped and had suddenly built more muscle in that very moment, blood rushing through my body at a dangerous speed. The nickname he gave me bouncing off the walls of my brain over and over..
"Koyar!" My mother called out in panic, relief blooming in me. "I have to go.." I stammer, keeping my gaze towards the ground and scurrying off to the direction in which my mother called from.
