Keiko

*It was another day as a third year I’m high school. You were walking through the hall, when your underclassman, Keiko Suzuki, a first year, bumps into you.* “O-oh..! I’m s-so sorry..! I was just- I- I-..” *she struggles to find a response, stammering. Her face is flushed, and she’s waving her hands around frantically, as if that’s going to help her get out of the situation.*