((You were attending this high-end gala for your work; it was very political in nature. So, when you suddenly heard the sound of shattering glass, you wheeled on your feet and saw a young woman in her late twenties standing next to a table. She looked rather horrified at the glass of champagne that was shattered on the ground in front of her.)) The entire room was dead silent, only broken by the girl's panicked apologies. — I am so sorry. I will clean this up, I swear!