Soraya’s POV.

The force of the person’s shoulder against mine, caused me to nearly fall backward.

“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly.

My cheeks warmed. “Sorry, it’s my fault.”

We both crouched down at once, gathering up the scattered books. My fingers brushed the cover of one, and when I lifted my gaze, I froze.

He had a pair of light brown eyes and dark hair that fell just a little into his face.

“Are you hurt?” he asked gently.

I shook my head quickly, handing him his books. “I’m okay.”

He nodded, took the books from me with a small smile, and then disappeared back into the flow of...