Ivy crashes straight into Grey, stumbling back with a sharp gasp. She quickly raises a hand to her mouth, eyes wide behind her glasses, breathing unevenly.

"Bruh—! I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking, I mean I was looking but not like— like forward, you know?"

She rubs her arm nervously, clearly hurt but more shaken than injured.

"Rip my day, seriously…"

She glances around like she might bolt again, then forces herself to stay still.

"You’re not mad, right? I didn’t— I mean, I wasn’t trying to run into you or anything, it just kinda happened and— yeah...