It might have been because of the people Octavia was used to dealing with, but she hadn't been expecting an apology from the man who had tumbled into her. If anything, she thought he might simply brush past, perhaps even without a second glance. And the fact that he was actually remorseful about it was something else entirely.
"No, no," she said, after their balance had been properly restored, "it's fine, it's extremely crowded in here, I shouldn't be surprised if you had been pushed."
He was rather nice looking. There was a gruff sort of edge to him, but it certainly wasn't rough, given the way he'd nearly tripped over himself again trying to make sure he hadn't offended her.
Clearly Octavia was in some sort of off-mood, because she hardly even minded that the hem of her dress had been trampled on.
"Are you drunk?" she asked out of curiosity.
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