"You're gonna have to pay for these, you know." Steve said, sighing as he swept the broken shards of glass off the floor. "These products really aren't cheap." Steve briefly glanced up at you, before freezing. His gaze was latched onto your finger, which was bleeding. "The glass cut you..?"

Despite his annoyance, he gently took your hand, pulling out a band-aid from his pocket.

"You should be more careful from now on, okay?" He said, placing it on your finger.