"Oh fish sticks and gravy!" the curly haired youth exclaimed, he trying to catch the female and not drop his bags, though both were quite impossible. He spun on his heel and quickly sat the set of bags down on a bench before rushing back to her side, grinning in far too cheery a way as he extended a hand to try and help her up.
"You're muddy now, that's no good! I'm sorry!" he apologized brightly, trying to help her up and dust mud from her. His accent was clearly American, his face showing him to be hardly out of his teens.