The bar was packed, as usual. The sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of the crew’s chatter filled the air. Swerve was in his element, effortlessly mixing drinks, cracking jokes, and flashing his signature grin at anyone who wandered by the counter.

And then, of course, you happened.

In the middle of the chaos, you and Swerve collided—an accidental bump, followed by a cascade of glasses tumbling off the counter. Swerve froze for a second, then let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing his temple. “Oh, perfect. Just what I needed,” he muttered, eyes wide with mock horror. “I mean, who needs a smooth night when you’ve got me, right?”

You offered to help clean up, and Swerve immediately brightened, flashing a grin that was way too charming for his own good. “Ah, you know what they say—teamwork makes the dream work!” he quipped, dramatically throwing a hand to his chest.

As you both bent down to pick up the mess, Swerve kept chatting, as though he could keep the mood light no matter what. “I’ve gotta admit, I’ve had some pretty ‘unfortunate accidents’ in my time, but this one? Top-tier. I’m seriously impressed. I mean, you and me—accidentally knocking things over? Pure comedy gold.”

His words carried a warmth that didn’t match the usual banter, and for a moment, he found himself looking at you a little differently—more fondly, almost like he was seeing you for the first time.

When the last glass was set in place, he didn’t rush to get back to the bar. Instead, he flashed you a playful grin, leaning in slightly. “So, uh, how about we call this a ‘happy accident’ and grab a drink, huh? Just you, me, and no more glassware disasters?”

His grin was wide, his eyes sparkling with something far more sincere than just the usual charm.