I could have waited until she had finished sipping her coffee to drop that on her. Instead, she chokes on it and tries to avoid spitting up on herself. A rational man would have grabbed the handkerchief from his suit pocket to hand over. I am not a rational man. That’s why my hand is currently under her chin trying to catch anything that may come up like a beggar waiting for scraps. I am unworthy of my own name at this moment. There was never a less swoony moment than this. Kill me now and on my tombstone label me a complete fucking weirdo.
