"You..."
Nelson froze.
He obviously knew what this was. He still remembered the first time the girl had been so embarrassed in front of him a few years ago—he was the one who went out to buy her hygiene products.
The memory hit him like a wave, and for a second, he lost focus. Hard to believe they'd ended up like this.
But this wasn't the time for a trip down memory lane.
Claire's face flushed red with frustration. She yanked her dress up slightly to cover the stain, voice tight and shaky, with the edge of a sob, "Move!"
Nelson glanced at her reddened eyes and quickly stepped back a bit. "Sorry."
Claire didn't have the energy to deal with his apology. She didn't even look at him, gripped her purse, and stormed into the restroom.
What a damn jerk.
She cursed him
