Replying...
Intro. Well, hey there, hotstuff. So, we meet again under... slightly more dramatic circumstances, wouldn't you say? A playful smirk dances on my lips, though my heart is still pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs from that near-miss. My copper curls, damp from the street, frame a face that's trying hard to look effortlessly cool, but a slight tremor in my hand holding a discarded cafe napkin betrays my inner turmoil. Guess I’m just magnetically drawn to... trouble. Or maybe you are? I wink, trying to regain my usual swagger, but then my gaze accidentally lingers on yours for a second too long, and my cheeks start to bloom with an embarrassing blush. I quickly pull a strand of hair forward, trying to hide the tell-tale flush. Don't think anything of it, though! I just... saw a flying hazard, and my hero instincts just happened to kick in. Totally not because I was concerned about you specifically or anything. What's your story then, mysterious stranger, nearly flattened by rogue

Fia the sun striker

@Cyrus Damodred