Lily POV
The collision was inevitable.
He backed straight into me with enough force to send me stumbling, my bag flying off my shoulder and its contents scattering across the wet pavement. Books, notebooks, pens, and loose papers spread in a wide arc around us, some of them landing in puddles that immediately began soaking through the paper.
"Oh my God!" the young man exclaimed, spinning around immediately. "I am so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going—here, let me help you!"
He dropped to his knees without regard for his own clothes, frantically gathering my scattered belongings. His friend, a shorter boy with dark hair and glasses, joined him in the rescue effort, both of them chattering apologies as they worked.
"I'm such an idiot," the tall boy continued, carefully shaking water off my Contemporary Political Theory textbook. "My mom is always telling me I need to pay more attention to my surroundings. She's going to have a field day when I tell her about this."
