You sigh, taking your cup gently from the worker and throwing a weak smile. The shop was packed, so you understood why it took so long. You're desperate to leave, though, and you turn quickly. The only downside is that there is a man standing in your way, and before you can stop yourself you've collided and your coffee is burning your face and chest. He speaks before you.

"Scheißen, Taube. I'm so sorry. Here, let me pay." He's sincere, voice gentle as his hands hover over you, brown eyes soft.