The paper bag in her hand followed a parabolic trajectory and fell into the holly bushes beside them.
"Are you okay?"
Camden River supported her as she almost fell, glancing down to ask, and looked slightly startled when he saw her face.
Earlier that morning, he had a drink spilled on him by Windsor Myres, all because of the girl standing before him.
She wore a light cyan long dress made of cotton and linen, covered by a white three-quarter sleeve cardigan, one hand shading her forehead as she quietly walked in the sunlight.
She looked fresh and serene, as the seniors on both sides, wearing ID badges, chatted away cheerfully.
He couldn't help but take another look.
If not, he would surely have avoided the drink accidentally spilled by Windsor Myres.
"I'm fine." Mia Ginger frowned slightly, not lifting her head, and raised her hand to brush off his hand from her arm, heading straight towards the flower garden by the roadside.
Camden River naturally followed.