Can a man and a woman be merely friends?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I looked up to stare at the person I had bumped into. It turned out to be a young man, and in the fleeting moment I looked at his face, I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His eyes were a drowning emerald green, and his features, chiseled and rugged, left me momentarily speechless.

I shook my head, snapping out of the spellbound. “I'm so sorry,” I quickly began to apologize.

My eyes darted a short-distance away, and I saw a phone lying on the floor. “Is that your phone?” I asked, not waiting for an answer as I scurried towards it, picked it up, and handed it back to him. “Fortunately, no harm was done to the phone. I'm sorry again.”

All this while, the young man had not uttered a word. And when he finally did, he had an amused smile on. “No need to apologize, really. I should be the one apologizing.”

I shook my head, “No, I was the one who wasn't looking and bumped into you.”

He chuckled. “That makes it both of us, then. I was on my phone and not loo