Tae looked at the girl standing in front of herself, the expression on her face was evidently concerned about the small canvas that Tae was holding firmly on her side after the bump that accidentally occurred between the two at one of those corners where two streets meet and seem made appositely to bring people to meet so casually and clumsily - her supposition made her realize that she actually heard a soft crack at the moment of the violent encounter so she glanced down at it, realizing that yes, she actually broke the painting she was holing in her arm. That wasn’t a precious piece so an instinctive, reassuring smile curled her lips up as she flipped a lock of hair aback while lifting her head up to look at her again “Oh no, I mean.. Yes, you did, but it’s okay. It wasn’t an original piece anyway, it didn’t even cost that much and I can make a similar one by myself whenever I want.. It’s really okay. No worries” she nodded few times just to make sure the kind and apparently worried stranger could be convinced of her sincere words.