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She felt guilty as soon as she saw the mess she had made, she got down from her seat and tried to mop up the mess with the singular napkin she had on her. Upon realising that would serve little purpose she got to her feet with a slightly bashful look on her face. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, “Are you alright?” she asked, looking up at last.
“Other than the uncomfortable feeling of hot liquid sinking in between my toes, yeah I should be fine.” The red head just shrugged. “Though it looks like your going to need a new drink. What exactly happened?” Cecila was moving her toes in her now squishy shoes and if she didn’t know how inappropriate it was, she’d be taking them off here and walking barefoot. “You certainly made a mess for someone to clean up.”












