Her attention swiveled forward again and a grin perked across her features, a light bounce in her steps now. Her hand squeezed his then affectionately.
“That was the answer I was hoping for.”
Because it’s depressing to use alone, and she’s had enough of the dark vibes for one day. Man, he was going to be so bad for her if this kept up. She already skipped work one night to go partying with him, and now she’s doing the exact opposite of what she should be doing on hangover day two. But, well, she doesn’t care. She had a good night of doing ‘normal’ stuff last night.
Her attention drifts across the street a little ways up, where an elementary school is already dead quiet. She doesn’t want to go home – it defeats the purpose.. but sinking into a cozy tire swing on a play ground sounds like a good idea right about now. There is a tug to his hand, and a nod of her head in that direction.