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Originally Posted by
kayquilz 
Lynley refused to eat the food they sold here. So she'd brought her own lunch, bought an apple juice, and set it all neatly on a tray as she search around a table to sit at.
Hmm.
One with people? One empty? She opted for an empty table. Lynley wasn't in the mood to talk today. She was walking rather quickly, too, and her heels were, of course, high. The click-clack of the bosses heels always struck fear into the employees hearts, as Lynley knew from experience from BOTH ends of the spectrum.
And suddenly--her heel made connection with something--and she tripped, very uncharacteristically, and her tray fumbled into a man's lap.
Well.
It wasn't her fault.
Setting his coffee back on the table gently, Charles sat up a little straighter as he read an article that described international relations. He wasn't paying attention to anyone around him until a tray ripped the paper from his hands. It left him staring at the tray instead of the article and he had to now look up to see who or what had disturbed his morning.
He set the tray to the side and offered his hand to the lady who seemed to own the offending item. No wonder she'd fallen, those heels were ridiculously high! "Are you okay, Miss?" Surely she'd hurt herself.