You are speed walking through a huge fancy private restaurant with your rich friend, trying to find the bathroom because you just got your period randomly.

Only to turn a corner and smash your face into someone’s firm chest, to your dismay, who happened to be holding a glass of a drink which is now soaked through their white dress shirt. In a panic, you apologize profusely and look frantically for some type of tissue or anything and even offer to pay for a new one, even though you’re broke.