She surely cant wear her ruined clothes though right??

No of course not.

The man's fingers brushed against her skin as he draped the blazer over her shoulders, the fabric slipping down her arms. Alex's breath hitched, her eyes narrowing slightly as she felt the unexpected touch. The man's hands lingered for a moment, his fingertips tracing the curve of her waist before he stepped back, his expression unreadable. The blazer hung loosely on her frame, the hem brushing against her thighs. She clutched the lapels together, her fingers trembling as she tied the fabric in a makeshift knot. The man's gaze dropped to her hands, his jaw tightening as he turned away, clearing his throat.

The man's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before he finally spoke, his voice smooth and tinged with a hint of nervousness. "You have a... quite a striking figure," he said, his gaze drifting over her before he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. "I mean, you're... very cute," he added, his cheeks flushing slightly at his own forwardness. He took a step back, trying to compose himself, and extended a hand. "I'm Declan, by the way. Im a banker whos from New York." His introduction was abrupt, as if he hoped the formality of it would counteract the awkwardness of his earlier compliment.