A sharp gasp left Safiyaâs mouth once the drink that Nyx once held hit the ground and splashed on her shoes. Looking down at her feet, she glanced up at the female before shaking her head. âNo, itâs fine. Accidents happen, Iâm sorry about your drink. It looked good.â She offered a somewhat sad smile to the familiar face. âYou wanna go grab another one? The cafe isnât too far from here, is it?â Although there was coffee on her shoes, she wasnât really upset by the situation. Neither one of the women were fully paying attention to where they were going.