Cisco just barely lost his grip on his coffee as they nearly ran into each other. “Oh, no. It was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He sighed, wiping his hand on the back of his pants.
“Here now, how much of that coffee did you spill?” Lewis asked as he set his own items on a table. The girl behind the counter handed him some extra napkins. “Lucky for you most of it ended up on the floor instead of on you. Let me buy you another one, as a way to make up for a clumsy old man running into you.”
“Oh, not much. It’s really not a big deal.” He said with a slight smile. “Nothing a short wash won’t handle. But you really don’t have to do that, I didn’t spill that much. If anything, it was my fault.” He said, setting the cup down, and shoving his hand into his back pocket to stop it from shaking. He was having a harder and harder time controlling his powers with the emotions that were running rampant. “I can jus’ finish this one and be on my way.”
Cisco backup 