Aime was on a stroll, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a casual suit smoking a cigarette as he strolled by the bench accidentally knocking a cane to the ground, almost immediately he bent down to pick it up.
"Oh I’m terribly sorry, I wazn’t paying attention to where I waz going"
She looked up upon hearing her cane fall, then looked to the blonde man. She closed her small booklet and set it into her lap then looked to the man again- then to her cane. “It is perfectly fine. It is just a simple cane. No harm was done.”
She looked to him again. “Mistakes happen. I myself bump into things when…walking. It happens to the best of us.” she stated, all f her speech done with a rather neutral facial expression. No smiles or frowns were evident.
He nodded pausing a moment at her face, so neutral it was nearly impossible to read her expression, as a reformed con-man it made him nervous not to be able to see her face change. However he continued to smile taking care to make sure his cigarette smoke didn’t waft in her direction, he didn’t want to just drop it to the ground and extinguish it, perfect waste of a cigarette after all.
"Merci for your understanding madamoiselle, lovely day we’re ‘aving today iz et not?"