I lost track of time after lunch while studying in the library. When I looked at my watch, I realized that I had five minutes to run across campus just to make it on time. It was one of those times where I wished I had a scooter or one of those Segway things. I was nearly there, there was only the open courtyard separating me and the door to the hall where my class was held. All of a sudden, I felt something hard crash into me and I catapulted towards the hard ground below. Closing my eyes, I braced myself for the landing and was surprised when I felt myself hovering just inches above it. Looking down, I noticed two arms holding my waist and I tried to ignore the tingling sensation their grasp was sending through my body. Instead, I focused on my anger of nearly getting knocked down. "Hey," I shouted, looking angrily into the bluest eyes I had ever seen and seethed, "watch where you're going!" A smirk appeared on the face that was mere inches from mine and the guy holding me said, "Wow, how about 'you're welcome, Callen, for saving me from eating dirt.' That would be so much better than yelling at me.
