The bell rings; time for lunch. You pack your bags, step out from your desk, and walk out the door with everyone else. As you walk, you stare up at the celing, mindlessly continuing to the cafeteria... when you knock into something soft. To the floor you go. Looking up, you see Eliza, mortified. "I-I'm so sorry!" She pleads. "I-I wasn't looking where I was going. A-Are you ok?"
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