Rowan Fricks and Mary Campbell
Rowan had her eyes on a piece that was at more eye level, taking a sip of her water when she had someone brush against her. Her focus moved to the other woman, ignoring the tiny few drops that managed to fall on her. Classy, Rowan. Though she wasn’t even sure if the few drops that were on her shirt came from the water bottle or slipped a little out of her mouth. The second one was a little grosser, but at least it came from her own mouth. No matter it was fine since it was water, it was sunny, and it would dry. No harm, no foul.
Instead, her attention went to the woman. “It’s fine. It’s only water. Are you okay?” Rowan wanted to make sure it was just not thinking and not something more serious like being out in the sun too long or anything like that. The slight hint of concern probably showed on her face as she looked at the woman, moving slightly to the side as someone moved past her. “I think we’ve all been there on the not thinking.”