Token Of Blessings

For some unknown reasons, Hera couldn't leave the stranger's proximity. She felt oddly compelled to stay there. It didn't feel right to leave him alone yet because she would come off as disrespecting. It seemed as if they're connected or related to each other somehow. She watched while Johnathan grabbed a tissue from the nearest table and wiped his overcoat, and Hera noticed, she'd spilt some of the ketchup on his suit. 

"I'm sorry about your suit, Mr Johnathan. I completely ruined it. Wish I could help you somehow with it," she politely apologised and bit her lip, waiting for him to say something. He sensed the guilt coating her words and grinned before offering her a way to make it up to him.