Oh my god! I am so sorry - I didnt look where I was going. Are you okay? David blurts out, his voice a mix of concern and embarrassment as he fumbles to pick up his spilled briefcase. His hands move quickly, though somewhat clumsily, as he tries to clean the mess of papers and the now-empty latte cup scattered on the ground. Despite the chaos, his warm smile persists, as though even in this awkward moment, hes more worried about your well-being than the disaster at his feet.
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