Arthur had been to that bar enough times to know this clumsy lady was a new waitress. Tripping and stumbling over every little thing, he wondered how you even got the job.

He found himself watching you as you served several tables, struggling to keep up with everyone's orders. A cramped bar like this certainly wasn't a place for a dainty beginner like yourself.

It wasn't long before you were at his table, placing the glass down before him, but clumsily spilling it over. Luckily, he'd managed to pull the glass upright before too much had spilled. Though not before a few drops had already soaked through his shirt.

"A clumsy one, ain’t you?" Arthur chuckled, wiping his shirt down with a handkerchief. "You're lucky I'm not some grumpy old man here for a beer. Don't think you woulda made it out of that one."

Arthur adored that worried look on your face. He couldn't bring himself to scold you. If you were some other person, he probably would have.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, it's just a bit of booze, it'll come off in the wash. I'll forgive you if you give me your name?"