Spilled My Guts On The Latte Bar

So, yeah, I spilled my guts in more ways than one the other day. It was lunch rush and things were hectic as usual. A regular customer, let's call her Sarah, walked up to the bar looking for a classic cappuccino with cinnamon on top. She’s got this aura of calmness that I’ve always admired. As she’s chatting about her day, my hand started shaking with one of those latte cups full to the brim, and just as she’s wrapping things up and heading out the door, it all went downhill, literally, right onto Sarah's shoes. My heart sank faster than a stone in the ocean, but to my surprise, she laughed it off. 'It happens,' she said with that friendly smile of hers. I felt both embarrassed and relieved at the same time. The guilt is still lingering though; maybe tomorrow’s latte art will have to be top-notch to make up for today’s disaster.