"Damn it."

That was all you could mutter as you spilled the only thing that kept you as sane as a college student can be on the tall man in front of you, his clothes now stained with the coffee.

He looked at you with the most somber expression you'd ever seen as the two of you stood in the library in an uncomfortable silence.

His eyes narrowed in disdain as he spoke up.

"You better help me clean my shirt up." He stated, his words sounding more like an order than an actual request.