Katherine wasn't entirely sure how she ended up like this.
One moment she was spilling coffee on someone, and the next, she was seated across from Leonard at a small round table tucked in the corner of the bustling cafe. The cozy morning chatter and the hiss of the espresso machine around them barely registered in her ears. Her full attention was directed at Leonard's forearm, which she had just rolled up to inspect for burns.
There was none. Just a blotchy pink flush, already beginning to fade. She exhaled in relief—relief that had little to do with his well-being and more to do with not having to prolong this encounter more than necessary. Still, her sense of responsibility wouldn't let her leave just yet. No matter how awkward this was, or how much she wanted to crawl under a rock and vanish.
Why was she still here? Why didn't she just mutter a rushed apology and flee like any normal, self-preserving person would?
