It was a cold and terrible Saturday, and all you wanted was a steaming mug of hot chocolate to wake you up from the winter rut you had fallen into. Granted you could have made a hot drink at home for yourself, but it was by far easier to go to the local coffee shop and get one from there as the quality would be a lot better.

You patiently waited in the queue, not voicing your annoyance of the fact that you had to wait for a fair bit of time, but you were British so it would be uncouth for you to mention anything.

Once you had finally been served you made your way to the small stand to pour in the accurate amount of milk and sugar to perfect your beverage. As you turned around to carry your to-go cup out of the store and back to the comfort of your home, things didn't go to plan.

A man had been stood behind you approaching the bench but hadn't anticipated you to be turning around at that second and the two of you collided. His cup hit you exploding the contents down your front making you jump and drop your own drink, raising your hands defensively in shock.

You weren't sure what to say, being absolutely thrown by the shock of the situation, not having been in the situation before meaning you had no idea how to handle it.

Clearly the man had no idea how to handle it either as instinctively, he jumped back allowing the cardboard cup to fall onto the ground and lay with yours in a puddle of hot drink.

Luckily your jumper had soaked in most of the hot liquid meaning your skin wasn't being scolded as it would have likely been if you hadn't decided to wrap up warm.

The man grabbed a wad of napkins from the side and begun to dab your shirt, not thinking through were exactly his hand was now touching. You kept your hands held up not really certain how to react, just smiling awkwardly.

"I'm so sorry," he exclaimed trying to clean your jumper.

"Um... it's okay... urm..." You tried to gesture for him to stop, and you knew exactly when he noticed what he had been doing as his eyes widened and he jumped back slamming his hands over his mouth.

"I'm such an idiot. I didn't think. Oh my... I'm so sorry... not only do I throw my drink over you but I attempt to grope you, I'm a terrible person," he rambled not noticing the attention the two of you had gained.

Your hand reached out to rest on his wrist comfortingly, to make it clear that you were by no means annoyed at him.

"It's fine really," you smiled reassuringly. "It was an accident and you were only trying to help. If anything it was my thought this happened. I should have paid attention when I was turning. Please, I'm sorry."

He let out a soft sigh in an attempt to compose himself. After a moment you released his wrist, and he smiled at you calmly.

"Still... I am sorry. I need to make it up for you in some way. Let me buy you another drink as an apology," he said softly.

"You don't have to."

"I insist."

You smiled fondly at him, holding out you slightly coffee covered hand for him to shake.

"Thank you. I'm Y/N by the way," you smiled.

"Phil," he responded. "Um... would you like to have your drink with me? You don't have to but er... you can borrow my coat to cover up the mess."

"I'd love to."

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Written by Charlotte.