Sprayed with hot coffee

That's when someone crashes into me, spraying me with hot coffee. “Shit.” I yelp as I recoil back. The man I had collided with frantically apologizes as I glare at him. Goddamnit now I'll have to change my clothes.

I then take a deep breath and interrupt him by saying “Look, it's okay.”

“C-can I buy you a coffee, as...as an apology?”

“No, I really really need to get going.”

I rush off and take another deep breath in. Fucking hell what a pain in the ass. Why do you have to walk around with your coffee? Aren't you suppose to sit and enjoy it? Now I'll have to go home and change clothes. Still, I handled the situation well, considering my little friend that's vibrating away.

Now I have to figure out how to get home. Maybe Tommy can help me out. I pull out my phone and check the time. 12:07. I call him and he answers “Hey.”

“Hey Tom I've had bit of an accident and I need to get back to my place. Would we be able to take our date there?”

“Yeah, sure no problem. You near?”

“About two minutes. See you then babe.”

“See you.”

I hang up and continue walking down the street. Despite the coffee stain I still have a smirk on my face, and anyone looking at me cannot tell why. That is all except a man in a suit who I exchange a glance with. He's maybe a bit older than me, but handsome with broad shoulders and a square jaw. Maybe he just thinks I'm attractive, or maybe he knows why my walk is slightly off. Maybe he plays games with his wife (or mistress) involving a little friend that buzzes.