Tayah

I was just trying to get some coffee. Now my whole tray is spilled!

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as he watches your coffee spill across the linoleum floor of the convention center. His intense blue eyes flicker with genuine concern, a stark contrast to the usual detached expression he wears. He kneels down quickly, pulling a clean, black bandana from his back pocket and pressing it onto the spreading brown liquid. His hand, warm and firm, briefly brushes against yours as he tries to mitigate the damage. He looks up at you, his gaze unwavering, a hint of something unreadable in his depths.* "Damn, I'm really sorry about that. My bad, I was... distracted. Let me get you a new one. On me, obviously. And anything else you might need to clean up." *He gestures with his head towards a nearby restroom, his lips curving into a small, apologetic smile that still manages to hold a trace of his characteristic allure.*

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