@amity-and-enmity | title; it could’ve happened to anyone (Adam & Amber) | cont. from here
“Well, the table is something I can help with, so—” But Adam cut himself off when she tore the napkins from his hand. Blinking a couple of times at the brusqueness, he dismissed it and grabbed for more. Of course she was mad, anyone would be with this disaster. Most of the mess had sopped up by now, but she was right about the skirt—it was, without a doubt, ruined. He offered her the rest of the napkins he’d grabbed and took a step back. His eyes went back to the broken table leg, then craned his head to search for an employee, manager, someone he might be able to flag down.
He found one—a girl who looked alarmed at the commotion. She also hurried with a towel, muttering apologies as she tried to further clean up the mess. “The table leg’s broken. I think the café is responsible for maintaining it, so that makes your manager responsible for the spilled drink and the damages. To her skirt.”
The girl stared, wide-eyed and uncertain. “I’ll uh I’ll go ask him what we can do,” she said, then turned to the victim of this disaster. “I’m so sorry.” Then she rushed away.
Adam sighed and shook his head. His smile came two seconds later, tight and humorless. “Sorry,” he said, though he had nothing to be sorry about; it just seemed the thing to say. “I thought I’d lend a hand.” He took one of the napkins and used it wipe some of the wetness off his fingers. “It’s been one of those days.”
