"What do you want to eat?"
"Ah!"
Before Flossie Wright could finish her sentence, a cry of shock resounded from the next table, followed by the sound of a porcelain bowl dropping.
Flossie noticed the splashing porridge and instinctively tried to dodge, but the confined corner was too small to completely avoid it, and her shoes suffered a considerable splash.
Looking closely—
A girl in an apricot was sprawled on the ground. She looked about twenty so, with slightly rounded face, clear eyebrows and attractive eyes, which gave her a somewhat cute look. Presently, however, her face was a mask of pain.
The porcelain bowl was broken into halves; porridge was spilled all over the ground, splashing around, with two fried dough strips lying nearby.
It was raining outside, and pedestrians brought water in, making the floor slippery. Under such circumstances, a fall was inevitable.
But…
Her fall was rather severe this time.
"Sss—"
