He was much like Lala in many respects: he had a case to solve, he had brought down work to accompany him and he chose Munchies as his temporary office partly because of the time of the day, too. But mainly that he was hungry and had missed Zurich's Food CartTM.
Joe was running his hand down his face, left hand carrying a thick manila envelope when he walked past Lala's place and caught some of her files by his arm. Like eager dominoes, they followed after him before slipping off the table and he found out too late, whirling to gape and sending out his right arm to help. His dueling days hadn't failed him yet, he caught a marker from the air.
But everything else landed in a pool of parchments on the floor.
"I am," Joe began as he dropped to his knee and began to clean up his mess, "so very sorry. I wasn't looking. I hope these aren't confidential and in order..."