She can’t move her body, she’s frozen from shock. Left arm just touching the stranger’s stomach, she’s not sure whether she’s shocked that she spilled her hot coffee all over this stranger’s shirt, (which most definitely will never, ever, ever wash out, meaning she’s in some more shit) or that she spilled her precious, delicious, mouth-watering hot coffee all over this (probably) rich, (most likely) snobby stranger.
Ah, but what Lily’s most probably (not likely) definitely sure of, regarding the stranger’s (vaguely) pissed of face, she should probably consider the next four options:
1) Be a good kid, say sorry and never, ever show your face in town again. (Probably not the best) 2) Run for her life (Considering this one) 3) Offer money she most definitely did not have and by them another shirt. (Secret meaning: Offer them money to buy them a shirt and tell them she’ll mail it to them, go home, pack her boxes, book a flight to Australia.) 4) Die then and there. (Most doable option, probably.
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Face turning pale once she realizes what has just transpired, her hand lifts to pull the stained part of her shirt away from her person.
(Looks like the cold weather has just saved me from second-degree burns.)
She’s wearing a long-sleeved sweater, and underneath that a t-shirt and a tank top. The coffee is still hot, of course, but it would have been much worse, had she gone out in her normal clothing.
The sweater doesn’t mean much to her; she isn’t mad, exactly. Well, not because the stranger has spilled coffee on her sweater. All negative feelings stem from the fact that her mom will skin her alive if she ever sees the state of the article of clothing.
'Geez. How bothersome,’
she mumbles under her breath, thinking of what her mom’s facial expression will be once she finds out.
