Not My Queen
Abel was used to running into all sorts of people on his street monitoring days. He tended to be less detective and more keeper of peace when it was slow like this. Cases of course were always a welcome endeavor. He could do both if he really set his mind to it! But that was besides the point. Something odd about this day had crossed his mind earlier and now, he was almost certain that he could be psychic.
To bump into the Lady of the Felt walking out and about was one thing, to actually, literally bump into her with some misguided attention to a car that whizzed by just a tad too fast was another. He caught her, much the gentlemen when he felt her stumble. It was unfortunately his fault and he couldn't just allow her to fall on her bottom. He was only a fraction of a second aware that she could in fact be glaring at him for not paying attention. He corrected this with an honest apology. "Why forgive my misstep ma'am. I didn't see you there."
Which was saying something, given who she was.
