The Last and Loveliest

Locha froze, not literally of course, although she wasn't far from it, when she heard a male's voice call out to her. Every, sing, syllable echoed in her head. No no no no. Why, of all the places to fall so embarrassingly, it had to here, where someone could see here. Her ears, pricked from listening to the male words, only of concern (although she swore she could hear amusement), pinned to her skull. This was so embarrassing.

It was obvious that the woman had heard him, and as her approached, Locha had no choice but to raise her head and look at him, an expression of poorly hidden mortification, accompanied with a sheepish smile. She sought out his, wow, red eyes and tried to straighten up in a way that wouldn't send her tumbling yet again.

"I don't suppose there's much of a chance you didn't happen to see that?"

"Speech!"