"Sorry!" Samantha said again when the man whipped around, clearly pissed off, and she was already grabbing up napkins from the bar and blotting at the wetness she could see on his jeans. "My foot caught the stool and gravity took over. Next time I'll just finish my drink at the bar and not worry about taking up space there."

She started digging in her purse for a card. "I should pay for you to get it cleaned, or if they're damaged beyond repair. Or anything."