slippery hands [ emmeryn & ??? ]
The crash whipped Levi’s attention from his own work. Now, it wasn’t a crash— moreso a violent clinking sound of someone dropping something onto the table, followed by the voice of a young woman apologizing. Silver eyes cast to the rear, his back initially to the counter. The new girl already fucked everything up.
Ah well. She’ll clean it up herself, he figures. There’s no need to embarrass her in front of the customers. But, after she’s done cleaning up her mess, that’s when the soldier will make his move.
What a way to start the work day, huh. With an agitated sigh, Levi left his post, arms folded over his chest and a very disappointed expression worn on his already worn down face.
"Oi. Come with me," the soldier snapped. He has Plenty of things to discuss with the new girl. "You’ve already made enough of a damn mess."
Well. She's trying to clean it up, anyway. A rag sloppily thrown onto the mess, and she's really only just pushing the mess around and letting it drip everywhere-- oh, Gods. Thankfully, the customer has already left, leaving this embarrassing sight to her eyes and... the eyes of the man who had his post behind her.
An inhale, before she turned to face him. Maybe she'll just ask him for some help-- Well. Look's like he's already approaching her, and by the look on his face, she knows what's coming. A deep breath as she straightened her posture, nodding and folding her hands in front of her as she moved to the back.
"... As I said to the customer, I have no excuse. All I can do is apologize for my error, and do my best to ensure that it does not happen again."
