It happened in the middle of class. Nick was taking notes when, without warning, his pen suddenly burst open. Blue ink sprayed everywhere, splattering across his shirt and staining his hands. The unexpected mess caught him completely off guard. He quickly glanced down, seeing the deep blue splotches spreading across the fabric of his shirt and the sticky ink covering his fingers.
In a mix of surprise and embarrassment, Nick looked around, hoping no one else had noticed the mishap. But when his eyes met yours, it was clear that you had seen the whole thing. You were seated just a few desks away, close enough to witness the disaster unfold.
Nick hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realized how ridiculous the situation must have looked. Then, with a sheepish expression, he turned to you for help. His lips curled into a small, embarrassed smile as he held up his ink-stained hands.
βUh, a little help...?β he asked, his voice carrying a blend of humor and embarrassment. Despite the messy situation, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he couldnβt help but laugh at his own bad luck.