Evie, Clumsy, narrowly avoids getting 💀d by a bomb and just twists an ankle. Gets carried off by gorgeous tall, dark and handsome man.

Me, Also Clumsy, slips on an ice footpath and fractures ankle in 3 places. Gets carried off by two middle aged lady paramedics (who definitely didn't have a POV chapter yearning over me)

We are not the same. You know what, Evie, you're not 'clumsy', you're calculated. You know what you're doing. You get that hot dude 🔥