Robert grabbed the bottle before it tumbled off the curb into the street. He blew out a steady stream of air, incredibly relieved.
"Hm? Oh, sorry!" He turned on his heel and bowed. "Just lost this, Miss." He waved the bottle and smiled, albeit a little ruefully. "I am terribly sorry about that. Must've been a terrible shock to have some Yankee barrelling down the street at you. Any way I can make it up?"