Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-8267955-20150607092108/@comment-25686329-20150608221957

The Yankee swerved thecar and skidded to a halt in front of where Bryony sat.

Oh, sweet Author, he hoped, he PRAYED he wouldn't screw this up. He was already late, don't even get started on whether or not she liked the way he looked.

He rolled down the window.

"Hey, Bryony, sorry I'm l-" He stopped, midsentance.

Holy Frick, she looked... beautiful.

"l-late..." he finished, opening the door. He cleared his throat and took a few steps up to her. "I'm sure there's gonna be a tonne of trailers anyway, and I already bought our tickets, so at least we have seats, and..."

He was rambling.

He stopped, smilied a little. Just relax.

"Here, let me help you."

With careful presicsion and gentleness, he lifted her from the wheelchair, 'Princess Carrying' her to the passenger seat where he set her down neatly. It was easy, due to The Yankee's strength and Bryony's light frame.

"Just let me put your chair in the back."