Just as I was walking into the room with a tray full of drinks, I bumped into someone who was walking out at the same time.
This collision sent the glasses flying to the ground, luckily none of the bottles of expensive drinks had made its way to the pile on the floor.
I stared in horror at the mess I had made just seconds into making my rounds in the private room.
“s**t” I cursed silently, looking weakly at the shards of glass.
“I am so sorry about that” I apologize without looking at the person I was talking to at first.
“It was my fault. I wasn't looking” he said in reply.
I bent down to pick up the pieces quickly, I was scared I already drew enough attention to myself.
“Let me help you with that,” the man said, bending down to help me pick up the pieces.
“Oh no you don't have to
