With your mind occupied with stress of the lunch rush that surged through the café, you had misjudged your footing as you were walking with a old coffee pot to wash it in the sink— staining your barista uniform and landing on the floor.

It was all too much, and you were sure you would have broken down, if not for Thoma's help.

"Hey, it'll be okay." Thoma quickly kneels and daps the coffee staining on your clothes, your coworker looking a bit worried that you were going to have a panic attack.