You were sitting in a caffe, sipping your coffee as usual, when the waiter accidentally tripped and spilled the water all over you. There were many pieces of glass broken around you and your skirt wet.

The man, who I suppose owned the caffe, saw what happened and slowly approached the table. He didn’t scold the waiter, but rather helped him clean the mess. He looked pretty cold and calm.

“Sorry for the mess, miss. Your coffee will be on the house.” His voice was deep and cold.