[ Oh, there it is. There's a curl of her lips up, happy he's even said anything β especially when she's been fully prepared to dub him by his new nickname: Carboy. This nice stranger on the road is Cassian. Cassian, who is going to solve all her problems. It's this pleasant little connecting of dots that makes her feel alright with staying where she is, single nail tap tapping slow, almost aimless, at the fabric resting on him. Nosy and glancing down at the manual all complacent, like she wasn't this close to going insane on the side of the road minutes earlier.
βNot that she's particularly excited about the idea of learning, either. But, maybe this won't be so bad? So far this guy seems know-it-all-y, sure, but nice. Prepared. He's the only person actually here with her, dirtying his hands so her still manicured ones can only be slightly smudged. That has to count for something!! So it's with little hesitation that she gives him: ]
I'm Lottie!
[ The woman he, luckily, can't google. The one who is, going oh at finally figuring out an answer to his question. In fact, it's said in a normal volume, this time. ]
And I want to know all the important things about my car.
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βNot that she's particularly excited about the idea of learning, either. But, maybe this won't be so bad? So far this guy seems know-it-all-y, sure, but nice. Prepared. He's the only person actually here with her, dirtying his hands so her still manicured ones can only be slightly smudged. That has to count for something!! So it's with little hesitation that she gives him: ]
I'm Lottie!
[ The woman he, luckily, can't google. The one who is, going oh at finally figuring out an answer to his question. In fact, it's said in a normal volume, this time. ]
And I want to know all the important things about my car.