17 - The man with the blue shirt

Sophia's POV

I massaged my forehead, which bumped into this man's chest.

"Hey, that hurts! Wait, that is my shirt." He muttered under his breath as he focused his gaze on the t-shirt. I lifted my head to see who on Goddess' name this clothing belonged to, especially when my head hurts like hell because his chest is as hard as a rock.

A man with blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly but not overly tanned skin. Your typical playboy look, or is it just me being judgy? He was quite shocked when he saw me with a disheveled face and tears streaming down from my eyes.

"Sophia Addison," he whispered, and his things fell to the ground. I annoyingly sighed and helped him pick it all up. I am not in the mood to even help myself, yet here I am helping an unknown man just because I bumped into him.

"Hey! Don't be a brat! You were not looking at where you were going!" Lia scolded me. Well, she is right though; it is also my fault we bumped into each other. I was not minding where I was running o