Accidents Happen.

[Jaxon Crain]

The Nook had the biggest selection of books to choose from so naturally, Jaxon went their for something on the paper he had to write. The topic was ancient civilizations and it needed to be done my Monday for the history class he was taking. As much as the kid hated the library, he needed text evidence and a quiet place to study. 

After searching for a little under an hour, Jax finally found some things that could deem useful. Will books in hand, he made his way shakily down the spiral stair case and downstair towards his table at the cafe ready with his his bag already tossed on. He sat down and cracked one open. Initially he had planned to be productive, as soon as he hit the seat his stomach growled. Jaxon glanced over at the long line but decided it was well worth the wait. He sighed and stood along with all the others who stared at the menu.

He decided that a muffin and a black cup off coffee would do. He had to stay awake for this. No matter how much he hated school and despised its existence, a good grade on this was imperative. 

Once he ordered, Jaxon stood at the pick up station for the drinks as he munched away on the muffin. By the time his coffee slid out on the little counter, his muffin was gone along with the remains on his face. He grabbed the coffee and turned straight into a woman and dropped the cup. In mid-air the cup stopped at a tilt and the piping hot liquid splashing out of the top, in which the top had pooped off, onto the girl's shoes. "Holy shit I'm so sorry." He told her without looking up as he picked up the top. "Really sorry about that." He pushed the compassion out like it hurt him. Being nice was harder then he thought - especially when everyone was watching you. "My bad."

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia didn't like public spaces all that much. She was still expecting people to either stare at her, or blatantly avoid her from the old days. She was definitely better than she had been when she'd arrived at the academy a few years prior, but she was still by no means a social animal. So on a particularly cold day, when she'd been out and about listening to music and had a craving for coffee she went into a coffee place, somewhat reluctantly.

She stood from her small table in the corner, where she'd been sipping at a large latté, debating what she would do with the rest of her day. She was fairly ahead on work for the year. She stood to go and grab a little more sugar for her coffee, minding where she was going and avoiding anybody that might strike up a conversation with her.

A sloppy barista nearly bumped into her as she moved to the counter, causing her to veer to the side, and get a little too close to another customer who then proceeded to spill coffee all over her shoes. She stood there, seething for a moment, venom in her eyes as she locked them with them an, the apology didn't sound terribly genuine to her, but then again her own response would sound just as fake to others.

Through almost gritted teeth she responded with a forced shrug. "Shit happens."