It was Ophelia's day to go get sweets for herself and her brother. She knew of a number of places she could go, but there was a small bakery that provided the ability to order without words. She knew some very basic signs and the owner was able to interpret what she wanted from them. It worked very well for her. She had wandered to the art shop first, and so she had a bag of new paints she would be able to use over the next weeks before she went back to school.
The fact that there might be other people in the shop didn't occur to her until someone walked into her, covering her shirt with chocolate and grabbing her wrist. She tried to flinch away quickly, not wanting random pictures from someone popping into her head. She was too late though and a gasp escaped her, skin paling at the pain and distress of the man who she had come upon. Her bag dropped from her hand and she let out a soft "oh" as she looked at him, her eyes fixing on his. What did one say when confronted with something like that?
"Sorry..." Her eyes remained on his, a flicker of paired sympathy and empathy flashing through them. "Can I replace?" She pointed to the cake that was now on her chest, a faint attempt at a smile curving her lips.