antoinette.
’ FINE , ’ the brunette responds shortly , kneeling down to collect her sunglasses from the cement . the left lens had cracked , causing a sigh to escape her lips , before she returns her attention to the bumbling fool before her . ‘ these were six hundred dollars , you know . ’ the heiress had , briefly , forgotten about the bruising around her eye . ‘ how would you have POSSIBLY done this by walking into me ? get over yourself . ’
‘ i’m so sorry, ’ he repeats, fidgeting with his hands nervously. ‘ i can replace them for you ?? if you just tell where you got them, i can just, i can order you a new pair. i’m sorry, i really should have been paying closer attention. i’m not usually this clumsy -- i mean, i don’t think i’ve ever run into someone full on before, but i really am sorry. ’ he always rambles when he gets nervous. he nods his head and looks more closely at the bruise around her eye, realizing it was a ridiculous notion to assume that he had done it. ‘ you’re right, you’re absolutely right, i’m so stupid. of course i couldn’t have done that to you, i’m sorry, i -- i’ll just... shut up now. ’












