I gasp as my coffee cup drops from my hand and directly onto your sweater from where our bodies collided in the little cafe. “O-oh, my gosh, I am so sorry!” I stammer in shock, going to grab some napkins from a nearby table. “Are you alright?” I ask, quickly trying to wipe some of the coffee from your sweater before it stains; a thick blush coats my cheeks, though you’re not sure if it’s because I’m flustered from my clumsy actions or because I think you’re cute.