"Bradley," she whispered.
He paused, inches from her lips. "I'm sorry," he stammered, pulling back as he realized the line he was about to cross. He stood up abruptly, offering a hand to help her to her feet.
Lucia looked up at him awkwardly. Placing her hand in his, and he pulled her up with a bit of strength.
"Are you okay?" Bradley asked.
Lucia nodded, brushing off the remnants of dust from her clothes. "Yeah, thanks to you," she replied, her eyes not quite meeting his.
...
Bradley took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I shouldn't have... I mean, I just wanted to make sure you were—"
"It's okay, Bradley," Lucia cut in, offering him a small smile.
They stood there for a moment, the silence between them a bit uncomfortable.
"Let's get you checked out, okay?" Bradley suggested.