@grceoh || It was by a split second that Roslan managed to pull back his arm before the tray he was carrying collided with someone’s chest. “Oh, my g--” right, workplace rules, “--osh. Sorry about that, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Scattered and exhausted weren’t the worst words to describe him since he stepped foot back in Cape Hazel, but they were the most inconvenient combination that resulted in him screwing things up more than usual. Roslan steadied the tray on his palm before turning to check on the customer he’d almost hit, only for the situation to suddenly seem twice as bad when he recognized Grace. “...I know so far my track record hasn’t been great, but I swear I don’t do this on purpose,” he said gingerly, trying to edge out from between her and the back of the chair next to him--a rock and a hard place.