Without giving it much thought, I "accidentally" moved my hand and hit my glass with coke, causing it to land on her. It appears to be in slow motion, but the liquid spills onto the table and falls on her, wetting her clothes.
“Oh! my friend squeals, pulling back and letting the liquid fall to the ground.
I stood up and apologized to her as I handed her some paper napkins to help her dry off. Meanwhile, the people around us are watching the embarrassing scene.
"I'm so sorry, Es! I said to help her dry off.
My friend shook her head.
"I'm going to dry myself, I'll be right back."
"Don't you want me to come with you?" I asked with feigned concern, repeating in my head to say no, to say no.
“Okay Angie, don't worry, I'll be back in five minutes.
I saw her leave hurriedly. When I see he
