Two hours and ten minutes. That was all he had in between classes. By most standards, his gap for lunch was actually quite long, but free time was never long enough for Justin. He was better off having all of his classes in one go so that when he was done, he was done. This break in between just made him feel like skipping the rest of his classes (or sleeping in a long time and only going to the last half). But at least it gave him a chance to breathe, eat, and socialize if he so pleased. On this particular day he had no concrete plans for his break (though to be fair, he rarely did), and instead planned to "wing it" by getting lunch in the student center and hoping that, by some chance, he might spot someone he knew.
The moment he walked into the student center, though, he caught sight of her. He was so familiar with everything about her-- from the way she sounded to the way she moved, stood, or sat-- that she was unmistakable even if her back was facing her. A wide grin spread across his face as he entered the building and moved toward her. Halfway there he came up with a devious plan, in which case he made his footsteps quieter (though fortunately the center was buzzing with loud students at the moment anyway).
It was his intention to scare her. He wanted to jump out, grab her by the shoulders, give her a light shake-- something that might irritate her-- but fate had other plans for him that particular day. Instead as he was creeping toward her, careful to stay stealthy, he managed to catch his foot in the strap of another student's backpack. Suddenly he was barreling towards the ground in the loudest clatter ever; the empty chair he collided with slid and tipped over, and he might have spilled someone's drink along the way. Needless to say, stealthy hadn't worked. And he'd managed to embarrass the hell out of himself in the process. His cheeks were tinged red as he sat in place on the ground, too astounded to get up for a few moments.