Nephilim wrote:Fitting a full tray of food through the still small opening was a challenging obstacle, but that didn't stop our intrepid bellboy! With a determined look on his face, he took the food on his tray and gently slide them through the door one by one. First, the burger, then the tries, and finally the soda- Uh oh!
"Watch out!" He cried as the cup of soda slipped away from his fingers and splashed all over Micheal's shirt, causing the shoeless man's chest to burst with weird sensations. "Crap, I'm sorry! Uh, um, do you need help cleaning it off?"
Micheal was taking each part of the meal one by one. He knew this was kind of tiring but the last thing he wanted was somebody else come in. Still Micheal wasn't fast enough to avoid getting splashed by the drink.
It was then that Micheal felt a strange sensation on his chest. His eyes were wide as feeling rush to his head. He then shook his head and said, "NO! I take care of this! Thank you!"
Micheal then slammed the door closed and rushed to the bathroom to remove his shirt.