Emi expected more of a reaction out of him, but he continued to remain calm and composed. However, she noticed a flash of irritation in his tone as he tried to reassure her. As the girl went to get a mop, an awkward silence blanketed the area, both not sure of what to possibly say to each other. She still felt awful for spilling her and his drinks and decided to pull out her wallet, attempting to offer money for the cleaners and his coffee. Surprisingly, when she opened her wallet she found a nicely flatted out bill of only one dollar. She stared blankly at her wallet in disbelief, eventually closing the wallet and slipping it back into her handbag. Glancing at her watch, it was one in the afternoon now and she thought that it wouldn't take that long to run back home to get the money. It was a bit of a stretch, but by the time she knew it her feet was already moving towards the door.

"I'll be right back," she said hurriedly to the boy and then dashed out of the coffee shop. She sprinted down the now empty streets and headed towards her house. Reaching the door, she fumbled to unlock it, taking an extra minute or so for her to open it. Once she was in the house, she thought of getting him a change of clothes, so he didn't have to walk around in a completely coffee stained shirt. She scavenged her dads, closet looking for a shirt, hoping that it would fit the guy. Holding the shirt in her arms she then searched her room for some money. "I wonder if it was okay to just leave him there..." a thought popped in her head as she checked in another wallet for  some money. Once she found some, she quickly stuffed it into her current wallet and left the house. 

"Wait...what if he thinks that I completely bailed on him?" She thought as she started to panic. She rushed out onto the streets seeing that the sidewalks remained empty, making the trip back to the shop quick. When she finally managed to make it back to the store, through the window she noticed that he was still there. Feeling relieved that he didn't leave, she started to worry if he was upset that she left him there. Panting and face flushed from sprinting home and back, she took a deep to slow her heart rate and then slowly walked up to him. 

"Sorry...I went home to get some money to pay for your coffee and to get a shirt that you could change into. I felt bad that you might have to walk around in that all day," she said apologetically as she handed him the money and shirt.