I remained on the cold marble floor for a few seconds, too stunned to move.
The girl stood over me, glaring as coffee dripped from the front of her white uniform. Two other girls immediately rushed to her side.
“Oh my God, Klare!”
“Your uniform!”
“What is wrong with you?” one of them snapped at me.
I hurriedly pushed myself up.
“I-I’m so sorry!” I bowed repeatedly. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
Without thinking, I reached for my handkerchief.
“Please… let me help.” I gently tried to wipe the coffee from her blazer.
“Don’t touch me!” She shrieked so loudly that I instinctively stepped back.
“Get your filthy hands off me!”
“I-I’m sorry…”
She slapped my hand away before glaring at me from head to toe.
“Who even are you!?” Her eyes lingered on my worn bag before curling wi
