Nov 16, 2020 17:05:32 GMT -5
 | stone cold |
As he spoke, Ezra felt an apologetic rush run through her. This was entirely her fault, and if he did actually get fired or docked for it, she’d feel terrible. ”I’m sorry, by the way.” She said, absently, wanting to get it out of the way. ”But also, you know, thanks for not abandoning me to die.” She added, her tone falsely cheerful.
Listening intently as he seemed to be checking for any baddies, Ezra waited while not realizing she was holding her breath. When she heard him confirm that it seemed safe, she let herself ease up on the steering wheel a little more, easing the van to the side of the road and slowly coming to a halt. She put it into park, opening the driver’s door and easing out of the seat and onto the pavement. Her hip was definitely going to be sore the next day. A smile that was more a grimace lit her features as he came around, and she tilted her head to the side, looking a little sheepish. ”You could bribe them and tell them I’ll write a really nice story if they don’t kill you.” She said, not even sure if she’d gotten the chance during all the chaos to tell him what she did for a living. She could barely recall their conversations - had she mentioned that this all started because she was working?
His offer, though, was hard to pass up. Though she’d insisted earlier to not bother him, she knew that choosing to walk the rest of the way was an idiotic decision. ”Okay. Let’s go.” With that, she flashed him a smile before turning and moving around to the passenger side door, tugging it open before pulling herself up and into the seat.
Listening intently as he seemed to be checking for any baddies, Ezra waited while not realizing she was holding her breath. When she heard him confirm that it seemed safe, she let herself ease up on the steering wheel a little more, easing the van to the side of the road and slowly coming to a halt. She put it into park, opening the driver’s door and easing out of the seat and onto the pavement. Her hip was definitely going to be sore the next day. A smile that was more a grimace lit her features as he came around, and she tilted her head to the side, looking a little sheepish. ”You could bribe them and tell them I’ll write a really nice story if they don’t kill you.” She said, not even sure if she’d gotten the chance during all the chaos to tell him what she did for a living. She could barely recall their conversations - had she mentioned that this all started because she was working?
His offer, though, was hard to pass up. Though she’d insisted earlier to not bother him, she knew that choosing to walk the rest of the way was an idiotic decision. ”Okay. Let’s go.” With that, she flashed him a smile before turning and moving around to the passenger side door, tugging it open before pulling herself up and into the seat.
304 words - Mick Jereau - trash
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