She breathed a sigh of relief as the paper was stopped in its tracks by the woman she’d called out to. Diana didn’t have any doubts that she would at least try to make an effort to help her, but the wind could be particularly wiley when it wanted to be.
“Thank you, so much,” she said on her approach, matching the smile she’d been given. Diana accepted the piece of paper, looking down at it before clutching it to her chest, making it impossible for it to escape again. There was a laugh on her lips as she spoke again. “In its defense, I did tempt it by laying the page down with nothing to stop it. Considering how important this is, I suppose I should have.”
It was then that Diana took a moment to properly take in the appearance of the letter’s savior. “You’re not on your way to somewhere important, are you -- nothing you’re running late for?” There was a beat before Diana turned to point back toward her table where the package still sat. “I’ve got some snacks, if you’d like to take one as my way of saying thanks.”