Smart move. Know your limitations and weaknesses: social interaction being the most glaring of all. You turn and fast-walk to the stairs, hoping the girl didn't notice you.
You rush down the stairs, doing your best to be gone before the elevator reaches the ground floor. You don't want to meet your future wife or anything, after all.
About halfway down the staircase, you slip on a patch of ice and tumble down to the ground. Bracing for impact, you land on your knee, scraping it in the process. You grab it and hold it tight, trying to ease the stinging. It would probably be nice to have some Neosporin. Your immune system's got to be ridiculously weak after locking yourself away for so long.
You hear footsteps and look up to see the girl from the elevator rushing toward you, concern on her face. She drops to one knee and asks if you're okay.
She smells nice, but she's like right up on you and stuff. And that's making you nervous. Anxious, even. You try to form words to say, but your lips don't want to cooperate. Your palms feel sweaty despite the freezing cold, and heat flushes your cheeks. Air simply doesn't seem to want to get into your body.
She seems completely oblivious to all your turmoil.
>> Assure her you're fine?