Becky returns with napkins

Becky quickly came back to the table with a stack of napkins. "So sorry, didn't mean to forget that." She leaned into the two of them and whispered, "It's my first day!"

Abbie looked up and smiled, still partially distracted. "You're doing great!"

"Thanks!"

Jake took the napkins from Becky, but didn't move very quickly to mop up the cream. Instead, he just placed the napkins on his side, and watched as the cream reached the edge of the table, and began to collect on the corner.

Abbie also saw the cream pooling there, and her instinct was to stop it from happening. Jake interrupted that thought by pressing his fingers into her skin again. Abbie took a sharp breath, and in the same moment, the pool of cream overtook the corner of the table, and splashed down onto Abbie's lap.

"Oh no!" said Becky. "I'm so sorry." She picked up one of the napkins she had brought, and held it out to Abbie.

"It's okay, it's my fault, really," said Abbie, still slightly short of breath. Jake let go of her beneath the table, curious how the next moment might unfold.