The rest of the morning passed in a blur of routine, but Jenna could not shake the lingering feelings from the bathroom encounter. As she sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee, her mind wandered back to the moment. It was an accident, or so she convinced herself. But the day had only just begun. Later that evening, as Jenna was folding laundry in the living room, a crash from the kitchen jolted her out of her thoughts. She hurried to see what had happened, hoping it was a simple mess she could clean up. In the kitchen, she found Dan bent over the floor, quickly scooping up a broken glass with tremulous hands. "I-I dropped it," he said nervously, his gaze darting away from her. Jenna noticed a glass of milk spilled on the floor, and as she took a step closer, she saw the milk had already begun to create a small puddle. "Be careful," she said softly, avoiding eye contact. "You don't want to slip." Dan straightened up, clutching the shards of glass, his face flushed with a familiar red. "I'll clean this up," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. Jenna nodded, feeling a mix of concern and caution. "Sure, Dan. Just be careful, okay?" Another accident, she thought. Coincidence or something else? The questions lingered, and as she turned away, she couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the day, and perhaps the next, might hold.