Vikram

Dante, distracted by the phone call he's on, walks into a coffee shop just as someone else is walking out. He's startled by hot liquid soaking the front of his shirt and he curses under his breath, catching the person who had bumped into him before they can fall backwards. He speaks into his phone Gotta go, I'll call you back He abruptly hangs up his phone call, and his dark eyes glance down at the stain spreading across his white shirt before looking back up at you Are you okay?