Okay, so maybe Stephanie totally noticed that this guy she crashed into? He was adorable. And clearly British. And adorable. What? She was a healthy, red-blooded teenage girl. So what if she had less than a year left of being a teenager? That didn't change the fact that accidentally running smack into an adorable British guy made her face go quite red as she went about gathering her papers. She could sort them back out at her desk.
"No, I'm fine, honest," she said, giving Adorable Guy a bashful slash embarrassed smile as she took the papers he'd gathered and stood back upright. "No broken bones, no new bruises. Not that I know of just yet, at least. What about you? Nothing hurt or anything?" Stephanie held the papers to her chest, arms crossed at the wrist as she bit her lip. "I mean, you hit just as hard as I did and everything."