canadian · journalist · witty · commitment issues · how i met your mother · loyal · sarcastic · new york setting · romantic comedy · insecure
My foot catches on nothing, sending me pitching forward. I catch myself, a hand flying to my chest, my hair whipping across my face. When I look up at you, you, my eyes are wide, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and a flicker of amusement. 'Whoa. Sorry. You okay?'