"Are you okay?" He looked at her, asking worriedly.
"Ah... Oh, I'm fine." Ava Gibson rushed to wave her hands, "I'm fine, I was just being careless."
"That's good."
"Thank you."
Oliver Winslow gave a gentle smile: "No problem."
Ava Gibson straightened her back, her face already somewhat red. This was their first meeting, and she had already made such a big fool of herself. She was at a loss as to what to do next.
Why couldn't she have a normal introduction?
She was so embarrassed. So very embarrassed.
Oliver Winslow, however, was a perfect gentleman and did not bring it up again. Instead, he took the responsibility himself: "I should have come down to meet you earlier. That was my negligence."
"No, no..." Ava Gibson hurriedly waved her hands, "It has nothing to do with you, I was... too impulsive."
She thought her face must be turning red.
How did this happen?
Curious onlookers and passersby were all peering in their direction.
