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After coming out of the coffee shop with cup in hand, I am too involved in complaining about coffee. So deep into it that world around me doesn't exist for me.

And that's when it happens.

I dash into a guy very peaceful, good lookin' and totally unsuspecting of the next event.

"See? Even the Universe doesn't want me to drink coffee!"

"Okay, okay." Belle laughs. But he is laughing way more harder than her.

All I can think immediately is that did I burn him of hot coffee? I think I spoilt his day but his laughter makes me feel calm.

Then he takes out his crisp white handkerchief from his trouser's pocket & hands it to me. Am I supposed to clean the spilt coffee off him? He takes the cup from my hand & points towards the coffee marks on my shirt. That's when I realise he gave the handkerchief to clean myself. Gentleman. And what did I assume. I should really wait before judging.

Good amount of coffee has spilt on me so cleaning is taking time. Belle thanks the guy and takes the cup from him. I am about to return his handkerchief but he has already left.

It feels embarrassing to walk around with coffee stain. So Belle picks out a jacket she just bought to cover the mark till we get home. She's a real friend and when I say that, I mean it.

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