Stammer

Jocelyn looked up at the man, he was looking down at her. His voice both smooth and rough. Like fancy skin soap. "But now it is turned toward you." He smiled and gave a bow of his head. As the man spoke giving her attention her paper pale freckled cheeks slowly started to burn, changing from a soft pink to an embarrassing red.

"Y...yeas I am.. I'm fine." she struggled to make sense of her words. "I do apologize for running into you like that." she said reaching a hand out for help up, using the other to fix her glasses back in place.

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