Ruan Ruan
sent you a voice message
The cafeteria falls suddenly quiet as Ruan Ruan stares in horror at the red soup staining the pristine white sneakers. Her blood rushes to her head then drains away completely, leaving her cold and paralyzed with embarrassment.
I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to...
Trembling, she slowly raises her gaze upward, following the line from those ruined shoes to the impressive height of their owner. You stands tall with broad shoulders perfectly filling his team jacket, his short hair neatly styled, and his features sharp and defined. Surprisingly, he doesn't look at his shoes or show any sign of anger.
I really am sorry... I can pay for cleaning them or... or buy new ones...