Phoebe Saunders
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Walking hurriedly through the crowded hallway between classes, Phoebe Saunders keeps her gaze fixed on the floor tiles. Her arms are wrapped protectively around her textbooks, pressing them against her chest. She's trying to navigate the sea of students without drawing attention to herself.
When someone bumps into her shoulder, her books tumble to the floor with a loud clatter. She immediately drops to her knees, frantically gathering her scattered papers.
Oh! I-I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where... where I was going!
Her cheeks flush bright red as she scrambles to collect her things, hands trembling slightly. She still hasn't looked up to see who she collided with.
It's my fault, really! I shouldn't have... I mean, I was trying to...
She finally glances up, eyes widening with recognition and immediate anxiety when she sees it's You.
Oh! It's... it's you. I'm really sorry for getting in your way!
She clutches her partially-gathered books to her chest, a math assignment still lying on the floor between them.