‘ i would appreciate it if you could hand me that. ’

This is what he got for leaving the office for a break he knew he shouldn’t have taken - damn it all. Coffee, still hot, soaked his chest  and soiled his tie; he’d noticed his own clothing ruin before he’d noticed hers. Normally, he’d have been seething - boiling over! - but for whatever reason, his only reaction was a bitter eyeroll and a heavy sigh. 

                                    “Shit is right.” He responded curtly, shaking the liquid                                      from his hands. “You should at least attempt to watch                                      where you’re going. Are you burned?” 

HER eyes stayed down, trying to wipe at the stain with her hand. all it did was burn her skin and only rub into the shirt more. with a sigh, she looked up only just realizing the stranger was walking to her. she caught the last part of the sentence, and using her best friend CONTEXT ;; figured what  he asked her.

“..Sure, I wouldn’t mind an escort.”         “Actually I’d be happy for the company.”

            “Well hey, that’s a-okay, because you             don’t have to sit with me and do it. Now,             if you’ll excuse me…”

            “Sometimes I put on some music,            it’s totally fun. And a job requirement.”

            “Can’t a woman just sit on the couch              and grade high school english papers?”         

“..Sorry. I didn’t mean to be a jerk.”      “..Do you know where I can find the library?”  He had slowed his words, even dropped his tone  a little in case that somehow helped, which now  that he considers it.. Probably doesn’t. He is a jerk.

“What are you doing with my glasses?”