It only lasted a second...

I'm back working at a Hotel restaurant in the city and I met the new breakfast cook, recently arrived from the Ukraine, and after introductions and my sympathy for what's happening to her Country and saying my ancestry on my mother's side was from there, we exchanged few words..
Three shifts later as I was moving behind her on the line and she turned unexpectedly to an unavoidable collision, and in reaching out to slow the blow, my open palmed right hand accidentally cupped her small but firm left breast through the thin fabric of her cooks coat.
I swear it only lasted a second and I apologized profusely like Canadians like to do, but I went back to my station with a whole array of emotions..
One week later she's a girl of fewer words, and I practically go by her with my hands in the air but I can't help help feeling what I felt.
I just wish my grandmother had been around to teach me the language. Then I could tell her what I felt: I felt bad, but some kind of lasting appreciation