Wrong Girl, Right Love
CRASH.
I slammed into something solid—a wall of expensive fabric. My coffee cup lid popped, and a brown wave of liquid splashed across the floor and all over the person in front of me.
"Oh! I am so sorry, sir—"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" a deep, cold voice snapped. "Are you out of your mind? Or just blind?"
I winced. Great start, Annabel. Brilliant. "I am so sorry, sir..." I started again, reaching into my bag for a tissue.