panic was written all over features, shaky hands not knowing what to do as she struggled to find the proper words to apologize to the male. dark hues search her own clothes for a sign of a stain upon his question, and she didn’t know if she should be thankful that the coffee only got to the hem of her shirt — she would have preferred it if the mess was on her, but that was obviously not the case. “i am..” she spoke with the smallest voice, her tone heavily laced with guilt and embarrassment. soeun would usually only feel bad about her coffee going to waste and not caring if she got it on herself, but this time she didn’t even spare the liquid a single thought. “ah, i’m really sorry.. what do we do about this-” she knew that she can’t just ask him to take his shirt off in the middle of the street just so she could wash it, but it really would stain if they let it be. and the shirt seemed really nice, too. “that.. needs to be washed as soon as possible, so..” looking up at the stranger, worry was visible in her eyes. “is that shirt expensive? i- i can just replace it if you like- ah, but what if it holds a sentimental value.. did i just ruin something important to you?”
His gaze remained on the Female, who seemed to struggle with finding the right words, letting him wonder, how he could make the situation a bit more comfortable; but he was afraid that he didn’t know how to ease this moment. ❛ Well it was quiet pricey. ❜ he admitted with a small frown towards his own shirt; looking back to the dark haired Female, trying to think of a solution. ❛ You don’t have to replace it. I’m okay with that... but uh.. can we try to wash it then? It’s not that important to me, but I’d feel bad if I didn’t try to do something at least. ❜ he said with the corner of his lips being lifted slightly, trying to enlighten his own expression.
