After a bout of chaos, Samuel Johnson sat on the sofa with a handkerchief from Amanda Smith pressed against his nose, his head bowed, silent.
Amanda Smith, now in fresh clothes, stood nearby, hesitating as she watched Samuel Johnson.
What had just occurred was embarrassing for not only Samuel Johnson, but also herself.
Samuel Johnson had rung the doorbell from outside, but because she was taking a shower, she hadn't heard it. When she emerged, she made the situation like this, causing her own cheeks to redden.
"You..." she began cautiously, "are you okay?"
Samuel Johnson, seated and holding his nose, heard Amanda Smith's voice and bowed his head even lower.
What does it mean to wish for the ground to swallow one up?
He was feeling it now...
He never knew that his nasal mucosa was so fragile. It was just a glimpse of that small patch of skin on Amanda's chest that he couldn't bear...
"I just...got a little overheated," he said with a light cough, softly.
