She was pushed at the front of the crowd.
She landed on her knees in which she immediately stood and brush herself.
Ears ringing and visions blurry with embarrassment, a persistent question pierced through her hazy state.
“Are you okay?”
“Hey, are you okay?”
It took her a while to realize that there’s a warm arm wrap around her: Holding her upright, soothing her ruffled nerves.
She looked up straight to a pair of stunning blue eyes.