The waitress panicked upon seeing that, grabbing a napkin as she knelt on the ground, wiping Josh Batton’s pants frantically while she apologized. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Josh just smiled dismissively. “It’s fine.”

He had always been kind and polite to people around him, not caring much about what happened. All he needed was a new pair of pants.

Nearby, Henry Armstrong frowned in annoyance, glaring at the clumsy waitress. “What’s going on? Are you new to this job?”

She gasped, attempting to