“Stop worrying about the champagne.I don’t care.So you’re a little clumsy sometimes.So what?No one’s perfect.”
“But I wanted to be…to impress you.And now…”
“We’re having a nice meal and enjoying each other’s company.Has that changed?”
I shook my head.
“Did I run away screaming when the champagne spilled?”
I shook my head again.
“Then there’s no problem,is there?”
“You don’t understand.The day we met,I spilled hot chocolate on the counter.Our first lunch,I had an incident with a sandwich.And now,the champagne.It’ll only get worse.”
“Or it may not.”He put down his fork and grabbed both my hands in his.“Don’t worry about it.And I repeat,I don’t care.I like you just the way you are,spills and all.”His slow smile made me want to believe it.
“You’re sure?”