Without looking directly at the man, Charlotte took his extended hand and got shakily to her feet. The only good thing about wearing layers of petticoats was that it helped cushion falls, but still, her left leg felt funny, as though she might have twisted her ankle. Charlotte tested it by putting a little weight on it, and would have fallen over again, if not for the platinum blonde's hand. "I-I'm sorry," she muttered, still gripping the stranger's hand tightly for support. "I'm such a nuissance..."<br/><br/>All in all, this wasn't turning out to be the best birthday Charlotte has ever had. First, her brother tricked her into coming to this strange place, and then she had to go and twist her ankle in front of a complete stranger... How she wished Marie, her maidservant, were here to help her! Charlotte tried to smile at the man to show her gratitude, but found herself still too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Besides, he looked so cool and elegant that Charlotte felt like a complete buffoon beside him.<br/><br/>As she allowed the man to guide her to a side room, Charlotte mused over the name of the establishment. "The Teahouse..." she repeated. "Err... Is this a cafe...?"