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Nate pauses for a second, teeth pulling his bottom lip as he lingers between relief at the dismissal and the lingering guilt. He reached for his wallet, deciding that there was no way he was going to let guilt over a spilt coffee ruin his day â he would simply have to right the wrong. Pulling out a single five-dollar bill, he held it out to the other. âDo me a favour and take this, as like a token of my apology or whatever. Buy another coffee tomorrow or something.â
Binx thought to hand the money back, putting his hands up in defense before sighing and seeing the look on his face. Instead, he took it and gave a nod of submission before stuffing it into his back pocket and scratching the back of his head. âThanks uh..iâll do that.â He nodded once more, the sheer act being that of being absent than much else. âIâm Binx, by the way.â Another nod, this time accompanied by pursed lips and the shoving of his hands into his pockets.












