“You’re perfectly all right, Leo,” I said.

“There’s space on that low table against the wall.”

I shifted over to give him room.

When I moved, the garment bag slid off my lap.

I grabbed for it and knocked my paper cup of complimentary tea off the arm of the chair.

The brown tea splashed over the linoleum and spattered the toe of my shoe.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Leo said.

He put the silver tray down on the low table.