[h3]Shizuka Otonashi || Yoshida Book Cafe || May 3 SUN[/h3]
To the otaku girl's relief, the boy dropped the topic by simply labeling it as a mistake. [i]Thank goodness[/i], she thought to herself. Relaxing a little, her legs ceased to tremble and her voice calmed from its rattled, panicky tone. [color=violet]"I-It's alright, little mistakes like this are not uncommon. I understand. Um... I suppose Otonashi will suffice for my name. Pleasured to be acquainted with you, Hashimoto-san."[/color] She nodded her head as a short bow towards the boy, as her gaze focused back to the magazine on hand as the other did with his book.

Short sleeved or no sleeve one piece seemed to be a trend in the coming summer season, with how much of them appeared in different designs and colors among the pages of the magazine. Perhaps she will try her hand at customizing some of her own to add to her closet. Thankfully, most of the sewing and tailoring equipment were available to her need due to her mother's job concerning with designing and making of clothes. Though nowadays, she busied herself with running her business instead of doing the labor.

Shizuka was occupied with thoughts of sewing and fashion that she had not noticed the high clink sound before her, perhaps she might've heard it but not paid heed to it. That was her mistake. [i]Splash! SHRIEK.[/i] [color=violet]"Ho-Ho-Hot!"[/color] Startled from the sudden gushing of a heating liquid upon her skirt and lap, she almost literally jumped from her seat and onto her feet, away from the table with the magazine in one hand. The dark liquid had tainted a small area on her white ruffled skirt as little droplets slid down the skirt surface and her legs, coloring it a little further.

The raven haired girl winced slightly from the burn on her lap as she picked up a couple of tissue from the little tissue stand on the table and attempted to wipe the coffee dry on her skirt. [color=violet]"I-It's alright, I-I'm fine. A little mi-mishap is all, it happens."[/color] She tried to sound reassuring while flashing an awkward smile despite the burning pain on her thighs. Maybe this was bad karma on her for ruining this boy's day by crossdressing him that one fateful day. [s]But she still strongly believed he was amazing, dressed as a female.[/s] One of the skirts she had made on her own might have been ruined by the stain but she didn't mind as much, as long as she had the materials, replicating it was easy as pie.

[color=violet]"Ha-Have you gotten yourself bu-burnt as well, Hashimoto-san?"[/color], she asked in concern.