F.A.L.L

I was just about to raise my head again, I needed to see where I was heading. Instead I bounced back, almost falling, as I crashed into someone. My eyes closed as I bowed down in apology. The words stumbled in total chaos as my mind went off the railings and spread like butterflies.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I should have been watching were I was going. I didn’t mean it, my fault. It’s just my fault and I’m really sorry so please forgive me?” I ended the whole apology with a question mark. I mentally slapped myself for each word that managed to escape between my lips. Pathetic, foolish, that’s what I am. There was no need for acting like this. It wasn’t like I’d run into a king from the medieval age. But then, something else slapped me… This scent…
I stiffened; my mind froze as I realized what it was, where it came from. My muscles failed to obey. I didn’t want to face this, still my body straightened up and my eyes trailed a tall, slender body. It felt like my gaze followed the couture of the muscles that was barely visible through his black t-short. I ended staring into two lime green eyes of total indifference. The dark brown eyebrows raised on his forehead, asking me what the hell I was doing.