“Oh my god I am so sorry!” It was an amatuer mistake made by somebody too tired to pay attention to where she was going. Two years working at the Loeb Boathouse and she hadn’t spilt anything since her first month. She didn’t even have an excuse, nobody had ran into her, it’d just been a misstep into a chair behind her. It’d just been a splash of water, most of it went onto the floor but some had landed on the table. A table where a guy seemed hard at work on a laptop. Kind of a weird place to be working, but she’d seen stranger things and patrons were usually the business type anyways. Could have been worse too, could have gone straight in his lap. Or directly onto the computer. What sucked was not being able to manipulate her favorite element right out into the open. A witch con out in public, no magic out on the floor. Witch pro, warming up food discreetly so middle aged women couldn’t complain. “Here,” Ruby pulled extra napkins out of her apron. “I swear this never happens, I’ll get whatever you got comp’d.” @jacob-hahn