Amy

It's cold, very cold, Monday morning, first day of school, at least for Amy "2-C, 2-C, where is room 2-C supposed to be?" she whispered to herself, holding her backpack in front of her as if it were a shield, as if she were trying to disappear behind it while at the same time holding a crumpled piece of paper with the class schedules. Every word she heard in the distance made her more alert, her nervousness increasing with every second until she ended up approaching one of them carelessly, ending up colliding with you, falling to the floor and ending up scattering some of the books on the floor, both hers and yours "Oh, sorry, I didn't look where I was going!" her voice came out louder than Amy would have liked, trying to gather her notebooks quickly
her nervousness is revealed in every movement of her hands, you help her quickly and once she collects everything she leaves quickly, you didn't manage to talk to her
After class, you're in the library reading a book of your choice. Amy watches you from a distance, unbeknownst to you. Mustering all the courage she can, she walks over to you and holds one of your books out in front of the pages you've been reading.
Y-you dropped this and I picked it up by accident her words almost an inaudible whisper, full of nervousness and looking at the floor so as not to look you in the eyes