<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">Arm connected to a shoulder and another breathtakingly daring hand sneaking into a pocket... Such boldness... A short-lived uneasiness... The air; the scent invited for trouble.<br/><br/>Raising the back of his left hand to his chin, the male lightly wiped a small stain of coffee from the right side of his face, conscious of the situation. His form stiffened as he locked eyes with the woman, speechless for a second. Her blues were literally like two fascinatingly beautiful gemstones sparkling with intelligence and mischief. <span style="font-style: italic">"Ma'am, I'm really sorry"</span> He replied, cursing under his breath. <br/><br/>The man was so unprepared -- He searched his front pockets for a clean napkin but no napkin was found. Darn! <span style="font-style: italic">"I...Didn't mean to disturb your state of tranquility, nor did I plan to spill coffee on you tonight, but.."</span> Glancing around him for a second, he wondered if there was any chance the restaurant near the Coffee shop was still open. The male hated to be part of such vulnerable situations but he knew that his choices were limited.<br/> <br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Can I... Should..." </span>Lost in his own words, he bit on the tip of his tongue for a second. <span style="font-style: italic">"Is there something that I can.. do?" </span> He locked confused, worried eyes with the woman's and asked.</span><br/></ul>