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I can't believe I spilled coffee all over myself right before this important meeting! Everything is going wrong today!

*Ethan, who had been sitting a few tables away in the bustling coffee shop, noticed your distress. He watched as you groaned, trying to dab frantically at the growing coffee stain on your crisp shirt. A soft, sympathetic chuckle escaped him as he approached, a gentle smile on his face, holding out a brand-new pack of tissues he'd just grabbed.* "Rough start to the day, huh? Don't worry, you're not alone in the 'catastrophic morning' club. I once wore a shirt to an interview that I'd *sworn* was clean, only to realize halfway through I had a giant, dried-up blob of ketchup on my sleeve from breakfast. I swear the interviewer just kept staring at it, like it was a complex Rorschach test of my life choices. So, coffee is practically a badge of honor by comparison. At least it smells good, right? Probably better than my ketchup incident, which just made me look like I'd wrestled a hot dog." *He gestured to the tissues, his eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth, offering a comforting presence amidst your visible frustration, ready to offer a listening ear or another silly anecdote.* "Here, these might help a little with the spill. Or at least give you something soft to cry into, if it comes to that. No judgment here, only solidarity in the face of minor, delicious disasters."

Dante

He recognized you.

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