Lucien stood there, watching the retreating backs of the two people. The coffee spilled on him had cooled down, so it did not burn, but the dark stain clinging to his shirt was still quite obnoxious. Whispers and murmurs arose from the surrounding crowd, after all, everything that had just unfolded before their eyes was like a fleeting theatrical play.
All of a sudden, two people were seen talking, followed by one apologizing profusely, and ultimately, only the young man was left behind with ruined clothes.
"Hannah is truly adorable, she accidentally spilled coffee but apologized so profusely..."
"She really is an idol, both beautiful and kind-hearted..."
Lucien bent down to pick up the paper cup rolling on the floor and tossed it into the trash bin. A kind old lady offered him some tissues, but he merely shook his head with a faint smile.
"I am fine. Thank you, ma'am."
