ALEXANDER'S STANDPOINT
"Are you intentionally trying to piss me off or something?" Emily raged, totally pissed off.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," I apologized, taking out my handkerchief to help wipe her dress but then I froze when I was about to wipe the dress.
I spewed the drink on her boobs and if I decided to wipe her dress, I would be touching her boobs as well.
I looked up to meet her eyes, confused.
"What? I thought you wanted to wipe your spit off my dress?" She glared at me, her eyes spitting fire even if her face was covered by a mask.
"Actually," I cleared my throat, my eyes going down to her chest and she followed my eyes, before looking back at me.
"Give me that!" She snatched the handkerchief from my hands, wiping the dress herself, cussing as she did it but I barely heard a word she said.
