"Yeah. I know some of the places further into Nashville, but I figured I'd reacquaint myself with them at a later date. Plus, I won't be driving until this thing gets off, anyway, and Dana has enough to do with taking classes without bringing me all that way when she gets home in the evenings. But around here shouldn't tax her overly much." He indicated the cast on his right ankle, lifting his foot and shaking it very carefully. He listened and nodded. "That actually sounds really nice," he admitted. "Small and friendly is just my cup of coffee, and I loves me my caffeine."
He chuckled softly again. "Good to know. It'll keep me out of trouble, hopefully. Between that and teaching myself to cook, which I assure you will be a feat in and of itself." But it would keep him busy, even if Dana would tease the hell out of him. He glanced over, looking at where Dana was taking something out of the car, and eeeped. "Careful, cuz! Don't hurt my girl!" he said, pushing himself upright and making gimme hands at the guitar Dana had unceremoniously taken out of the backseat.
"His girl," Dana said dryly to Emily, marching over to hand it to him. "Well, at least he treats her well." She winked, laughed, and tossed her hair as she gave it to him before marching back to grab something else.
Connor held the guitar protectively to his chest and pouted after her. "She's so cruel to me," he said, leaning back against the car. "Just because I take good care of my guitar." Well, guitars, but no need to go into that just yet.