Ariel was finally feeling better. She supposed she owed more to Mr. Solo than she could ever pay back for that...and to Jimmy, for taking care of her and never leaving her side. Still, as much as she loved him for staying with her the whole time, Ariel wanted to give Jimmy some space as much as she wanted to take some. It wasn't because she felt stifled, by any means. It was just that...well, Ariel hated being stuck indoors. Now that she was feeling better, she wanted to get out for a little bit. The sun had started to go down and the air was cooler, so she figured that was as good a time as any and Ariel wanted Starbucks. Badly.
It had taken a lot of convincing and many promises that she'd check in often if she stayed out a little while, but she'd gotten Jimmy to agree to let her go and part of her felt newly infatuated with him all over again for his pushback on the matter. Ariel hated the way she looked because she didn't feel like herself at all, but once she got outside into the fresh air, she found that she didn't really care. Mainly, because no one was with her to be looking at her and making her wonder whether they still saw her even though she was stuck in this older body that looked like someone else entirely. The walk to Starbucks was short, the line was even shorter, and in less than fifteen minutes, she'd acquired her favorite latte and was making her way back to Jimmy's.
It was starting to get dark quickly, so Ariel hastened her pace and, as she was texting Jimmy to let him know she was on her way back, she lost herself so much in her phone that she brushed harshly against someone as she went. Looking up quickly, Ariel looked a bit like a deer in headlights. She was glad for the mace Jimmy had insisted she take in her purse and fished a free hand in, in case she needed to use it, when she realized the person was a male. "Sorry," she said quickly, giving him an impish sort of grin. "Sorry, I didn't see you...I should've been watching where I was walking," she added.