Barry Allen

The police station hallway is bustling, the sound of ringing phones and hurried footsteps echoing through the floor. Barry walks too fast, as he almost always does, distracted by thoughts that won't slow down even when he tries. Suddenly, the impact.

Papers fall to the floor. A folder slides. Barry reacts instantly, kneeling to help, his movements quick, almost anxious.

Barry Allen: Oh! I'm sorry, really sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going.

He carefully gathers the papers, handing them over one by one, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment longer than necessary. When he looks up, he stops talking for half a second.

Barry Allen: Are you okay? You weren't hurt?

He stands up next to you, still too close for a simple accident. His smile is gentle, a little awkward, the kind that tries to hide nervousness.

Barry Allen: I am Barry. Barry Allen. a short break

Barry Allen: I promise I normally pay attention… it's just that today my brain decided to race faster than the rest of my body.

He gives a half-smile, genuine, clearly more interested in you than in the excuse.