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Scoffing I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I'd opted for something a tad bit warmer than this dress. Walking outside I was finally able to breathe after being inside that stuffy club where the most prominent smells include a mixture of drinks and overpowering perfume- and that's only the first smells, and frankly the more pleasant. I glanced back behind me at the club, although discreet in style the booming of music could be heard from down the road. 

Unsure where I was heading I just kept walking, not quite enough for a cab and low battery on my phone my aim was to find a cafe of some sort. "Y/n?" I heard my name being called and my instinct was to keep on walking, ignoring the continuous calling. The voice began to get closer to me and I began to freeze up, my own heartbeat overpowering everything else. 

Reaching into my bag I fiddled for the item and as a hand connected to my shoulder I turned quickly on my heels and sprayed dry shampoo right in their eyes. Immediately realising it was the wrong product my trail of thought was interrupted by his screeching in response to the sudden move. He then fell down, clutching his face exposing a distinct tattoo on his arm. "Oh shit." Mumbling I crouched down in front of him, only up close realising who it was. "I am so sorry Calum, I had no idea it was you! Here, let me help you." I began to dig through my bag and managed to find some wipes, "Can you move your hands out of your eyes for me? I might be able to ease the stinging." Biting my lip I prepared myself as he slowly moved his hands leaving his eyes clear for me to see. 

It was awful. His eyes and surrounding them were very red and sore. It seemed as if he was struggling to blink and tears continued to fall, "It's alright, you didn't know. I get that." He laughed lightly through the pain and the strain could be heard in his voice. 

After a while I eventually managed to get him to his feet, then it was a matter of him slowly getting his vision back rather than it being a blurred mess for him. All I could do was support him and continue to apologise every few seconds, to which he just apologised back causing a cycle to just repeat itself. Eventually we found ourselves at a cafe where I got us a table whilst he wandered off into the bathrooms to splash water in his eyes. 

Whilst I sat there a waitress came over, "He alright?" She queried as I anxiously glanced past her in the direction of the bathrooms. 

Snapping out of my thought I focused on her as she stood raising an eyebrow holding a notepad. "Oh, him? He's fine, I erm, sprayed dry shampoo in his eyes accidently. Two black coffees please." Rushing my words she merely nodded and walked off, shaking her head disapprovingly.  

Eventually he walked out, covering one of his eyes making me feel worse and fidget in my seat whilst he came over sitting down with a sigh. "Is it bad?" I ask once he relaxes in the back of the leather booth. 

Moving his hand away I let out a sigh of relief, the redness has died down a lot, thankfully. "Stings a little but I'm alright." He shrugged his shoulders and then the coffees were placed in front of us. "So," Taking a quick sip before adding some sugar to his coffee he focused on me. "why walk out of a club when you had been there less than an hour?" 

Resting my head in my hand I copied his movements and leant in, analysing the red contrasting the brown in his eyes. "Wasn't keen." I stated and sat upright in the booth, proving difficult. 

"That all?" He asked taking a large sip of his coffee but based on the look on his face it wasn't so good. I decided to test it and took a sip but the sensation was not a good one, even with a mass amount of sugar it cannot cover that this is simply a bad cup of coffee. 

Reaching into my pocket I placed a note on the table and the two of us left, proceeded to aimlessly wander the streets. "Well there is more to it." I spoke up as we walked, heading towards the pier.