Being a Klutz
She couldn't help being a total Klutz even though she hated it. She had accepted the fact that some people were just born to be accident prone. Tripping over her own feet or walking right into walls was not new to her. It happened to her all the time. She had learnt to laugh at herself, ignoring the snickers from her colleagues.
But he was different. He didn't mind her being clumsy. He would gently smile at her and extend his hand to help her get up with a caring "Are you alright?"
She loved every bit of his warm gestures. He would surprise her sometimes with his quirky sense of humor. Quite recently he had scribbled her a note which said: I never knew you fancied the floor so much Nymphadora. You fall for it almost everyday!
END