Her aim was usually better, but for once things just didn't go as planned. The woman looked on in horror as the ball she had been hoping would lead to a goal for her football team instead was flying toward the face a pedestrian passing by. She shouted out a warning to him, and the blonde seemed to notice as he ducked out of the way.
Leaving the ball to smack into the face of the blonde man's companion instead.
The woman whom had kicked the ball ran over, ignoring her 'team' of friends as she jumped the fence lining the field. She made it to the men just in time to see the victim move his hand from his now broken nose, blood pouring out onto the sidewalk.
"Mein Gott, are you okay?! I am so sorry!" she reached out to help him, but jerked back when he attempted to smile-
-because that's when she saw his eyes.
"I'm alright Fraulein. Uhm, Fraulein?" he gave her a quizzical look, making her blush and jump out of her sudden trance.
"S-sorry!" she squeaked, hurrying to her feet so she could retrieve the game ball. The blonde rolled his eyes and helped his companion from the dirt, but the strangely platinum haired man had his eyes fixed on her.
"Fraulein, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" the woman tossed the ball back to her friends. "I-I just wanted to make sure you were alright!"
"Then, at least let me make sure you are not overly worried about it." he stuck out his hand. "I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt. Das ist mein bruder, Ludwig."
"Uhm…" she shyly shook his hand, just barely able to make eye contact with him without blushing. "All Scheinberg…"
"Pleasure, Fraulein Scheinberg."
"Ja, Herr Beilschmidt… I-I better go now."
"Goodbye."
Alli could feel their gazes on her as she jumped the fence again, dashing over to her giggling, joking friends as fast as she could. Gilbert chuckled, running a finger over his severely tender nose.
"We better get home, West."
"Ja."
