Amaya pushed her way through the crowed streets, of the market. She had told her mother that she would be home more than an hour ago. Amaya had been fortunate enough that she had been able to get away with out and escort at all. A professor had been giving a lecture at a near by hall and Amaya would not miss him for the world.
So, she pushed and gave her apologizes as she hurried on her way. A small gust of air escaped her lungs and she slammed into a hard body, her bag and mens clothes she had worn spilled out onto the floor. “Damn,” she whispered as she knelt down and started to gather the clothes and paper. Looking at the the person her eyes widening , “ - my apologies... I... is there anyway you could just pretend you never saw me?” she asked her eyes pleading. The last thing she need was to be lectured by her mother once again.