(Roark) “Do you need help with that?”
She was not sure how he had managed it -- perhaps he’d just bumped the box with his elbow when he turned -- but suddenly there were buttons everywhere. Endarie would be so angry if she saw, or if -- gods forbid -- any were lost.
Some had to be plucked up individually, and other she was able to scoop into a pile, and then into her hands. All the while she kept glancing at the door to the back room, praying that Endarie would not come out and see the mess.
Bergitte looked at the man, and shook her head, offering a small nervous smile, “No, no. It’s quite alright, I’ve got it. Just...um...be more careful next time, please?”














