Re: Dylan & Dawn: Oblivious run-ins
Yeah Dylan didn't see she was on her phone. Hadn't been using his a lot lately and even when he did it wasn't smart, it was dumb. Cheaper that way. Saw it clatter, and the flour burst in a blossom of white powder on sidewalk but he mostly wanted to crawl inside the crack in the paving stones and die. Yeah, man. Take out the little blonde in the sugarplum coat. Smart move, great timing.
She was apologizing. The hell she was apologizing for? He blinked at her for a split-second, slow on the uptake but she was apologizing and she was on her ass in a coat the color of a powderpuff and with her hand stuck out, fingertips first.
"It's not your fault. Wasn't looking," it was normal human warm, Dylan's hand, and normal human strong but he lifted her back up easy. Powderpuff wasn't weights in a gym and once she was up, mussed coat and white fuzzy scarf, he took a knee to scrabble up her groceries. No saving the flour. That was dead, but flour was cheap, it wasn't like caviar or some shit.
"I'm sorry, I can get you a new," he looked at the wreck of flour on the sidewalk, "You gonna be okay? Your coat," he had no idea if you could wash a coat like that. Probably not. "You need like, dry-cleaning money or something?" Shit, shit and more shit.