The sound of Paris' drink making contact with the floor made people glance in his direction. His white Cxnverse shoes were stained green and the floor was wet with his latte.
"Are you alright, sir? I'll clean that up for you," the person behind the counter immediately rushed to him while holding a basin with a rag inside it.
"S-Sorry... I'll help you clean," Paris said, his ears turning red from embarrassment, as he bent down and tried to grab the rag.
The man gently pushed his hand away and said, "It's alright. I'll do it myself. You should just go and get changed, sir."
Paris' chest felt heavy, feeling bad for creating more work for the person in front of him. But what made him feel worse was what the man said after that.
"You don't want to be near me, right?"
'Is he still mad about something that happened years ago?' Paris thought, feeling as though he was some kind of villain.
"Alright. Thank you and I'm sorry again for the trouble," he said as he sighed and stood up.
