“s**t, I’m sorry I ran into you. Are you okay?” Damian's voice was rough, edged with concern as he gazed into Melissa's eyes, seeing the fear there and Melissa was brought back to reality in an instant.
“I…I… I’m sorry. It’s my fault,” she stuttered, scrambling to grab a white napkin from her apron. With trembling hands, she dabbed at the red wine spreading across his shirt. The deep crimson stain was already spreading, soaking into the crisp white fabric of his suit.
Damian winced, a sharp intake of breath escaping him when her hand pressed on the soaked area. His discomfort only made her panic more. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she repeated, her voice shaky, but before she could continue, Damian gently caught her wrist. "It's okay," he said, his voice quiet but firm, though his eyes da
