Taking two cups in my hand. The moment I turned around I clash with something, well to be correct on Someone.
But before I can fall, a strong hand got wrapped around me, making me steady.
Coming back to my senses my gaze falls on his white shirt which is now daubed with coffee.
"Holyshit" I swear, and he gave me the death look. "Sorry" I apologize
"For what? For swearing so freely or for making my day great by pouring on coffee."
"For both, sorry, I can help you with a shirt or buy you a cup of coffee?"
"No need, just walk with your open eyes. That would be a lot better."