She pukes on me, shocking me.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, Alexander.” She apologies, cleaning my shirt with her hands.

“It’s okay. It happens.” As I stand up and take off my spoiled blazer and shirt, she sees me with a hint of guilt in her eyes.

“It’s alright, Alice. No need to feel guilty.” I explain, wiping her face and hands with my handkerchief. She looks at me with a sad pout.

“I’ll just go wash up.” I inform her, and she gives me a slight nod in response.

I head to ...