Connor pulled himself out of his drifting thoughts when he saw Emily's mother's car pull into the driveway. Some of the thoughts he was grateful to leave behind, but he found he had been composing quietly in the corner of his brain. He grinned to himself, pulling out the small notebook that lived with his wallet in his pocket and quickly began to jot down some of the lyrics and a few musical phrases, keeping half an eye on her door as he did so.
He tucked the notebook back in his pocket as he stood up when she started over to him. "Not to worry, Emily," he said easily, smiling at her. "I saw that your mama wasn't home yet, and I realized I forgot to give you my number. There's no rush." He made his way quickly if less gracefully than he would have before the accident across the road after locking his front door.
Dana would smack the shit out of him for not using his crutches, but Connor knew they would be sitting for most of the evening. Crutches would only get in someone's way at the coffee shop. He went around without thinking to open her car door for her, his manners still ingrained after all these years. "Sarah doing all right?" he asked.