Fear, shame and a boatload of embarrassment flood through my once pain-filled cheeks. His textured blondish hair seems to cover up his features, almost like a blurred painting. I can't see his expression, but based off of his concerned 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.. It was my fault for being in the way."
I felt as if my heart had stopped, blood rushing through my body at a dangerous speed. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, desperately trying to make something of his face.
"Koyar!" My mother called out in panic, relief blooming. "I have to go.." I stammer, keeping my gaze towards the ground and scurrying off to the direction in which my mother called from.
