"It's a nice pattern," she said, bending after the scarf as well. It was a gut reaction. Dropped item in her place of work usually meant she had to pick it up. She was the employee, after all. If anyone else had dropped it, any other customer, she would have had to get it. Calvin was no different just because he was Calvin. She would have liked it to be that way, but it wasn't.
Their heads bumped. It was her fault, she knew it. "Sorry," she said, leaning back on one palm and rubbing her forehead with the other.