I just got off from my range over, The aroma of grape soda enveloped me from head to toe, lingering perceptibly. I made my way into the house and the first person I laid eyes on was my father. "How convenient." I muttered.
"Why do you look like that?" My father asked not taking his gaze off me for a second, he dropped the content in his hands on the table before him. "Why do you look like you swam in a pool of purple liquid."
I was silent for a while, carefully thinking of what to say I don't think I have ever been this perplexed before, I couldn't tell him I had Alex spill his grape soda on me at the office that would just worsen the whole issue. I had to go think of something fast! "Well uhm." I stuttered a bit, This isn't Andre Gilbert he is not one to stutter "Well a member of the junior staff spilled his drink on me accidentally at the cafe." I said adverting my gaze away from him.