The Revenger's Mission

6 : Lucky It Was You

Nate's POV

As I slept through the night and into the morning, I awoke early today. Well, half past 10 is not that late anyway. Since I had nothing planned for the day, I chose to visit the nearby cafe for a nice cup of coffee.

I finally got my coffee after standing in a big line for almost half an hour. I thanked the person at the counter and exited the line. I looked around for a bit, hoping to find an unoccupied table. I moved my leg to go toward an empty table that I had spotted in the café's corner, just next to the glass window. Nothing is more relaxing than having a cup of coffee on a clear weather.

However, it appears that having things go smoothly for the day was a person's wishful thinking. I had accidentally bumped into someone just after taking a few steps away from the queue. And some of my coffee spilled, staining both my clothes and the other person's.

"Oh shit."

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Sarah's POV

"Oh shit" I cursed in a low voice.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there" I bowed down my body a little and apologized to the person. I was just trying to turn my body around, just to get in the line to order my hot chocolate but instead my arm hit someone's hand and his coffee stained his shirt. A white shirt.

'Geez, Sarah. Since when you become so clumsy?' I said to myself as I mentally slapped myself. It was my wrongdoing, so I didn't mind the little stains on my shirt.

"No, no, it's okay. It's my fault. I'm the one who bumped into you." He apologized while holding his shirt away from his skin since it was a hot drink.

"No, no, no. It's my fault. I'm not being so careful today." I insisted.

"Oh, no. What to do? Let me buy you the new coffee. What kind?" I asked him because I felt so bad. How can I be so careless!

"Nahh, it's okay. Really. There's a lot more left though." He rejected politely. Maybe he didn't want to make so hard for me just for a spilled coffee. He gave me a genuine smile to ensure that he was fine.

"Okay, if you say so. But please at least accept this. I think I have an extra clothes in my car. It's the least thing I could do." I proposed my help. At least I wouldn't felt sorry for the rest of my day because of my own clumsiness. He knitted his brows in confusion but only for a few moments since I clarified it was men's.

I don't know why I was so insisted in doing so. Maybe because my parents taught me to be responsible for the problem I caused since I was a kid. Luckily he agreed, so I politely asked him to follow me to my car, where I parked just in front of the store next to the café.

I opened up the car boot and took out a blue sweatshirt from the bag inside the boot. It was Marc's but since he didn't wear it much, so I kinda 'borrow' it.

The man had almost the same height as Marc, but Marc's body is a bit muscular than him, so I think he would fit.

"It's very big for me. So I think you can fit it. You can change it at the passenger seat. And I'll wait outside." I gave the shirt to the guy and held my hand out so he can pass me his coffee cup for me to hold while he change.

"Thank you." He gave me his cup and went inside the backseat of my car. After about a few minutes or so, he stepped out of the car.

'Thank God it fit perfectly.'

"Thanks again, though Miss..."

"Sarah. Sarah Bailey." I held my hand out for a handshake.

"Thanks, Miss Bailey-"