Ohcrap, heads were turning! He patted his jacket and retrieved a handkerchief, but his hands were hovering, as if drying any tea stains would rectify the source of the issue.

"Sh-shit, you okay?? Kinda just goes down the wrong tube sometimes, h-heheh--" He lowered his head to hide a bit from the stares, and went to pour a glass of water from the pitcher already set up on the table.

"S-sorry, here!"