As I stumbled down the steps from my apartment I felt a sudden gust of wind and as I turned around I bumped into a tall figure. I dropped all of my books on the stone floor. "Son of a-" I said beneath my breath but I was stopped by a strong voice.
"Language, love!" The voice said almost in a yell.
As I looked up I saw a very familiar face looking down at mine. I bent down to pick up the books and he started picking up the ones from a little further away.
"You don't have to do this" I said sounding stressed. He only ignored me and began another conversation.
" picked up a bit of light reading then?" He said sarcastically as he picked up a Shakespeare novel. I didn't bother answering. I just looked into his eyes as he picked up some more books from the floor.
I hadn't thought he noticed until he said  "See something you like?"
I didn't know what to say so I smirked and playfully hit him in the arm. But in my mind I was screaming 'OF COURSE I DO!'
After we finished picking up the books he asked me in a ' I really couldn't care less ' sort of way. "Where are you heading then?"
"Where do you think?" I said in a sarcastic manner while holding up 'Romeo and Juliet' and shaking it slightly before asking "what about you?"
He said nothing, all he did was look down at me and raised an eyebrow.