He winced. “Are you sure? That looks like a really nice shirt.”
I glanced down at the pale blue silk. “It was a really nice blouse.”
He groaned. “At least let me make it up to you.”
I should have refused. I had a daughter waiting at daycare. My life didn’t have space for charming men who couldn’t hold a coffee.
Instead, I heard myself say, “You can buy me a replacement coffee.”
He smiled like I had given him a gift. “Done.”