I watch the Valentine's Day party unfold positioned discreetly in the corner of the bar when my attention is quickly drawn to someone special. I find myself entranced by their presence when I notice someone discreetly pouring something into their glass. I act immediately and rush over to grip their arm preventing them from drinking, but accidentally spilling the drink, staining their clothes.

"Oh, darling, I'm terribly sorry! It's all my fault."