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evening.
                 
    “Oh, damn,” she heard as someone ran into her. She was instantly mentally kicking herself. She had stopped too quickly and now someone had run into her. She turned to see that it was even worse than she thought.
                 
    “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she started, grabbing the nearest cocktail napkins she could from a table. She could see that the man behind her had spilled red wine on the floor and was holding the glass away from his body as though it had also spilled on his tuxedo. “No, no, no. I can’t believe I did that. I’m so sorry, sir,” she said vigorously dabbing his chest.
                 
    “Really, it’s fine,” he said, his smooth, deep voice catching her off guard. She looked up because a voice like that had to belong to either a king or a radio show host. “I managed to keep from spilling it on myself, I think,” he said, smiling at her as she looked up at him in awe, holding the napkins still on his chest now. She pulled away quickly once she recovered from what she had done.
                 
    “Oh, Mr. Greene,” she stammered. “I-I didn’t know that it was you. Not that I would spill red wine on just anyone, but I especially wouldn’t intentionally spill it on you. I just stopped because I thought I saw someone, and I’m so sorry.”
                 
    Mr. Greene smiled his breath-taking, award-winning Man-of-the-Year smile at her, even though she wanted to disappear just long enough to make herself stop making blubbering excuses. So she smiled back.
                 
    “I’m sorry, sir, I just-“
                 
    “Please, no more apologies. Nothing happened, so there’s no need,” he said with a grin. She could tell that he was taking an extra second to look at her now as well. Then she remembered her nametag.
                 
    “Oh, yes, well I just wanted to say that I know who you are and I’m so delighted that I get the opportunity to finally meet you,” she started, then realized she must sound like a crazed fan. “Not that I did this on purpose. How could I have?” 
     
    She wanted to disappear now. Finally she said, “What I was trying to say through all of that is that I’m a writer with Modern Women of Today Magazine. You were in our January edition, which is how I know you and it’s very nice to meet you.”
                 
    “Ah, yes,” he said, remembering. “Someone there was crazy enough to nominate me as Most Eligible Business Man of the Year, I believe?”
                 
    She laughed, surely a little too nervously, she thought, but hopefully he was too important to notice much about her. “Yes, someone there did. Not that I can blame them,” she said. She was shocked at her nerve. That was borderline flirty, she thought.
                 
    “I was kind of hoping it was you,” he said, making her melt on the spot. “I figured you must make all the decisions there to be sent all the way to London for a fund-raiser.”
                 
    She felt a calm come over her, just ever so slightly. This was playful banter and she could handle playful banter.
                 
    “No, they just treat their interns really well,” she joked. “I’m actually their current traveling editorialist. I’m so grateful that I was able to come here tonight and spill everyone’s drinks.”
                 
    He chuckled as beautifully as he had smiled. “You’re funny, Ms. Black, is it? I like that.” He lingered while looking at her nametag.
                 
    “Oh, well, I’ve got to have something to work with to combat my lack of grace,” she continued, slightly in awe of herself now.
                 
    “I think you are far from lacking grace. For a moment, I thought you were an angel trying to keep me from drinking too many glasses of wine