The young woman glared angrily at the waiter standing beside her with a tray.
"It's all your fault!"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
The young man looked at the waiter in confusion, then at his girlfriend.
Everything had happened so fast. By the time he noticed, his girlfriend was already pitching toward the hotpot on the table.
Now that he thought about it...
That was right.
Why had his girlfriend suddenly gotten up and then lost her balance, falling toward the table?
There had to be a reason, right?
And that reason...
Was this waiter?
The waiter looked bewildered, and a little flustered.
"Ma'am—"
"It's all your fault!"
The young woman cut him off.
She stood up.
Her face was full of indignation.
"When you walked past us just now, one of the dishes fell into the hotpot on our table!"
She didn't know what it was.
She hadn't seen clearly.
All she'd seen was...
"Broth splashing everywhere."
"It startled me."
"I got up without thinking to dodge it."
"But I lost my balance and fell forward..."
When it came down to it, if the waiter hadn't carelessly dropped the dish he was carrying into their hotpot, she wouldn't have been startled.
If she hadn't been startled, she wouldn't have gotten up to dodge it.
If she hadn't gotten up to dodge it, she wouldn't have lost her balance and pitched toward the hotpot.
If she'd actually fallen into it...
That scalding hotpot...
She would've been disfigured!
Realizing this belatedly, she couldn't help but shudder violently.
It was terrifying.
That thought only made her angrier.
If she really had been disfigured...
Her life would've been ruined!
How could she not be furious?
She was practically going crazy with anger!
"I..."
The waiter was speechless.
He looked at