“ahh, this is a huge mess… Let me see if I have any wet wipes…” She was more than embarrased at herself, covering half of her face with one hand while the other was digging through the purse on her shoulder.
He redirects his gaze from his pants back to the female. “Yah, are you judging me–don’t judge me. It was the tomato juice’s fault.” He says in a protest, before staying still and watching the female dig through her purse, waiting patiently.