"My dear lady, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... for staining your skirt. Please, please don't report me to the proprietress, or I will be kicked out."

At the corner between the second and third floors of the hotel, a boy wearing a uniform of a waiter knelt in front of the girl, begging for forgiveness in fear.

The ground was in a mess, food was spilled all over the floor, and the girl's clean dress was also stained with oil.

Sally looked at the boy kneeling in front of her, and frowned.

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