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“Oh— sorry,” eyes that widened in surprise quickly turned into crescents with a vibrant smile etched onto her gentle features. She might have bumped into him, broken his toes and whatnot, but an amiable apology should rid off an unpleasant start point or avoid it in the first place. He looked like just anyone who was interested in art, but anyone in this place could be a bridge to opportunity or be the person to give opportunity themselves. She had to be smart. “I was lost in thought.” She chewed on her lower lip, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched as if it was her who was in pain. “I’m really sorry, what should I do?”