Molly C & Briar
Okay? Laughable. Briar had been bumped into a lot harder, and by a lot more dangerous, than this skirt. Once he realized that, he relaxed noticeably, wasn't even insulted by the way she was smirking at him.
"Yeah. I'm fine," he said, brushing his shirt smooth. He'd conceded sleeves as the season started to change, but he wasn't about to start wearing jackets any time soon. Not even out in the cool evenings. "Watch your feet, maybe. Someone's bound to pick you if you're not looking."
Someone not paying attention was a perfect target.