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Delia Marquardt (deemarquardt) wrote in inshadowfalls,

She glanced at him, clearly not feeling terribly comfortable. But be it her spinning head or the fact she really did need a ride, she frowned, rubbing her forehead. There was a tiny, minuscule voice in the back of her head reminded her this was such a bad idea.

He moved really, really fast. Bewildered, she idly allowed him to help her to her feet, even if she swayed a little.

"What's the rush?" She asked blearily, wobbling in her stance for a moment. She had wanted to sit a little longer, relax, gather her bearings. Even though on a couple occasions, that had resulted in her falling asleep on the park bench and waking up without her purse. Worse things could have happened, but it was still embarrassing. She glanced at the car he gestured to. It was right there...

Steeling in her heels, she glanced at him, mind capturing a moment of clarity. "I'm not going to owe you some ridiculous favor, am I?" Because, she had to face it, he was going out of his way to be nice and they'd never met. And a seeing as he'd introduced himself with a cliche she'd heard far too many times about riding, she really couldn't help asking.

She was silent, before she sighed. "Okay, fine. ...thank you." It was possibly the most begrudging thanks that had ever been uttered. He was ridiculously tall, she noted with distaste.