Alfie stood and nearly knocked over the whole table. Luckily, his quick reflexes hadn't left him, and he managed to keep everything upright. Or, for the most part at least. There was the distinct crunch of glass from his left hand where he was holding down a cup just a tiny bit too hard. He tried not to wince from the pain and instead gave her this weird, half grin like everything was all right. Great. A bloody hand. Just what he needed.
"Yeah, I've never been here, so I figured I'd get out early enough in case I had to drive around like a tourist looking for the place." He shrugged and pulled out a chair for her with his uninjured hand. Maybe she had a way of making things work, but Alfie was infamous for ruining things just from his own clumsiness.