Grating on his nerves

" Are you always this ditsy or I am just the special case?" asked a voice with amusement tinkering in it from the top of her head. 

Ginny who had her head lowered, with her gaze drilling into the floor raised her head and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, just now she was too scared of raising her head and looking at the person whom she knocked into. For a second, she thought that it was Madam Regina and did not dare to raise her head, she was worried that the second she raised her head, she would be greeted with a slap and a glare that said ' How dare you, lowly peasant!'.

But maybe her luck was playing in her favour that she knocked into the Duke who was clearly in good mood, however, the second she looked up all the blood in her body rose to her head—— dressed in an all-black outfit with anchors and hooks aligned on the right arm of his jacket, black fitting shirt and loose pants hanging on his hips for their dear life and a cigar in his left hand.