My fault, he said. He held her elbow as if he was steadying an unstable ladder. I was watching - he pointed across the street with his free hand - they're redecorating. My name's Colin.
She smiled: It’s ok, I’m fine. Are you ok? I think it was I crashed into you. She closed her bag and wished she could think of something witty to say.
There was no need to take each others’ details. It was unspoken that they'd both decided against making an insurance claim, but he took her name nevertheless, because she offered it. Helena. Colin suggested a coffee.