Excerpt from my story?

I turn to go up the stairs, and I bump into a body. My eyes are on a chest, so I trail them up to the same brown eyes I'd seen moments before. I open my mouth to speak, but he beats me to it. "Sorry about running off earlier," he says, grinning slightly. "It's okay," I reply, looking away. I have this weird feeling talking to him. It's not bad, but I've never felt it before. "I guess ill see you later," he continues. I nod. "Okay." Then I hurriedly walk around him, up the stairs, and to my room. Why was that so strange? Its not like we have some sort of past. Tell me what you think! Any criticism is fine! (: