Henry didn't see the other man until too late, not that his subpar reflexes would have saved him anyway. The books flew out of his hands and Henry tripped, sprawling to his hands and knees on the pavements. He let out a small squeak of surprise before he realized what happened and glanced up. A very strange stranger stood in front of him. For a second, Henry forgot to breathe and stop staring, but when he did remember, he gushed out his apology.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he stammered with a flush growing across his face. He started grabbing at his books as well, trying to collect them as quick as possible. "It was all my fault! I'm such a klutz. You don't really need to help me like this." The words kept spinning out of him with his nerves. Even so, he'd yet to look away from the other man for longer than three seconds. Henry just couldn't help it.