scoresby is the name. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} leescoresby) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
He summoned the waiter and asked for a pen and a piece of paper. "I wish I could take you all the way to the Welcome Center, but it's not in a very convenient distance from here, see. It's not very far, though."
And if there was one more thing Lee was good at, no matter how much Hester thought otherwise, it was maps. He didn't receive much of a paper, but he took his time to draw the road from where they currently were and remembered to note down a few landmarks that could help her along the way. Before he finished his fine drawing, he let Hester finalize everything before he turned the page over and scrawled down his name, his number, and his place of residence.
"In case you need help," Lee said as he handed her the map he had made, "my details are at the back. But if you put out a note for me in the bulletin boards, I'll be sure to check it out quickly." He winked at Lily.
"Try not to do that on lost ladies, Lee," Hester said to him.
"It might be better for you to catch a cab," Lee suggested and he drew out his old wallet that was coming apart on the seams and slipped out a couple of notes for Lily. Thank God for work! He was reserving that for a few repairs on his balloon instruments, true, but that can wait. "It's not much but take this, anyway, it could help. I can drop by after work and see what else I can do for you."