“We needed coffee,” I remark, patting myself on the back at how even my voice comes out when my insides are practically vibrating. I lean back against the wall and my shoulder flips a switch.
   A loud, grating, snarling sound startles me, and my arm jerks like I’m trying to fend off a barrage of arrows. All that’s missing is a shield. Although, Mr. Aldrich is the one who really needs the shield. It seems to happen in slow motion, as I’ve noticed most mortifying moments have a tendency to do. My iced coffee flies out of my hand and all I can do is watch in horror as it slams into Mr. Aldrich’s chest. It explodes across his shirt and up into his face in a spectacular fashion.
Panic is a wild animal racing through me. What do I do? The loud growling noise drowns out some of my babble when I apologize while still looking around frantically for the source of the clamor.
Owen reaches over and flips a switch behind me, and the noise stops, just as I realize what it was.
“I’m so sorry! It…startled me. I didn’t know what it was. We’ve never had one of those…” Shit. Anxiety has stolen my word retrieving ability again. “One of those angry sinks.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, there’s a split second of silence. Then laughter. Even Mr. Aldrich—who still has coffee dripping from one eyebrow—can’t help but chuckle.
Still desperate to correct my mistake, I grab a roll of paper towels, tear off a wad and start trying to clean his shirt. “I’m so sorry,” I repeat. “I’ll pay the dry cleaning bill.”
“It’s okay, Ms. Bryant. It’s not a big deal.”
  He steps back, trying to get away from my crazy ass as I dab at his clothes. The coffee has dripped down over his waistband and onto his pants. Without a thought in my head, I follow it with the paper towels, until Owen tugs me back by my arm.
  “Kel, pretty sure that can get you into trouble.”
   Oh god. I was rubbing his crotch. In front of everyone. “Oh!” I drop the towels and step back. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t trying to touch your…” My hand waves at his crotch. “Inappropriate section.”
  I regret every decision I’ve ever made in my life that has led to this moment.