it’s not like i knew you would ask me to go for a coffee, drink the coffee and spit out your unsweetened black coffee. i knew you would do that. because that’s how you like your coffee. bitter. honest. no sugar needed. at least i collected that from when you told the barista that rather than ask him.
it’s okay, you aren’t the first. i’m used to it.
i know the stain isn’t permanent, just a good wash and it’s all a clean slate. the longer you leave the stain without the washing, the more the blouse gets ruined. you won’t be able to retrieve your shirt back because in the next week it will become his. his mistake.
just wash it off. you will be okay. i promise this isn’t a way to reduce, recycle, or reuse yourself. you are much better than that. they don’t know that. they just see your white blouse. i guess they see vulnerability. footnote: wear black from now on.