Rafe managed to slow to a stop, panting, as the last of pigeons disappeared. Stupid, lazy birds! You'd think the sound and the sight of something running at you would make you fly off a little sooner.
Now that she'd stopped the burn to her muscles was finally really kicking in...as well as the attention of the ridiculously fancy dressed guy on the bench. He was glaring right at her, which made Rafe feel defensive, an emotion she hadn't completely been able to keep off her face. It hadn't been her fault, not completely in her opinion, the pigeons had gone off like that!
She looked away, noticing a journal lying on the ground near the bench. Rafe awkwardly scuffed the ground. Well, it wasn't completely her fault but part of it was...
She picked the journal off the ground and brushed some of the dirt off before offering it to the guy. "Here...I think this is yours?"