"Eh!" Zeke dropped the cloud painting at the sudden noise, bumping into the girl in his surprise. He pushed himself up, slipped on something, and by the end of a sequence of movements he'd not want to remember, ended up face down on her chest. Scrambling away, he feels his cheeks heat up and starts apologizing. "Sorry, sorry, sorry." He puts his hands together in front of him, fingers against his forehead. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to knock you over."

This is weird for him. It's the closest contact he'd had with anyone his own age. What was he supposed to do? He apologized, but what else? "Um..."