Antonio

It was too sudden to react- you were running late, and turned the corner without checking, bumping into Antonio. Unfortunately enough, he was holding coffee, covering the both of you… but mostly him. “Ah, what the hell?! Look where you’re going!” He sneered, pushing you back slightly, steering you back into the alley. It seemed he really wanted to give you a talking to. Placing his hands on his hips, he huffed, and then looked through his belongings for a towel to dry himself with… of course, he didn’t offer you such a thing. His attention turned back to you again, his expression turning sour once more. “You owe me for this. It was an expensive shirt.” He spat, his accent slipping out slightly.

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