“Pardon, me ma’am.  I’m terribly sorry about that,” Lucas offered, arriving on the scene with a proper towel and a fresh coffee.   “The kid’s a brand new guy.  If you’d like something to eat, it’s on the house.”<br/><br/>Lucas continued his apologies as he set about cleaning the table.<em>Oh, please don’t let her be one of those crazy people who’ll sue me over this</em>, he thought furiously.  The coffee shop was his pride and joy, but it hadn’t been doing as well lately as it used to.  Thank goodness, it didn't appear that anyone had gotten burned, but it didn’t help that the second woman seemed to recoil from him a bit when he leaned over to wipe up the last of the spatter.<br/><br/>“Uh, there,” he said, stepping back a bit more hastily than he intended and stuffing the towel into the tie of his apron.  “Do you, uh... need a place to wash up?"<br/>