@kleinstar | starter call
"...ah," Ari murmurs, quietly deadpan, looking at the spill of brown-on-white on the ground, the majority of her hot chocolate swiftly melting through the remaining snow on the ground. "God fuckin' bless it." Man... sometimes it really is the little things, isn't it? Well, no use crying over spilled cocoa, even if the burn on her hand is starting to sting. Instead her eyes lift to the guy she'd run into, shaking her hand while the other rummages in her bag for something to wipe her hand off with.
"You alright? Ain't catch any of it, didja?" At the very least, she can make sure she didn't accidentally ruin someone else's day.











