Life can be tough, there's no doubt,
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
He ignored the strange flutter in his chest when she looked at him like that, like he'd said the sweetest compliment or saved the day. Instead, he nodded his head, the movement dipping his ballcap straight into his hand to remove. Setting it upside down in his lap, he pulled off his gloves and placed them inside with practiced familiarity, depositing the bundle in the back seat with Sol as he shot the woman a smile. "Good. Let's get you to Molly."
Shifting the car into reverse, he turned to look behind them while explaining, "We've got about a twenty-minute drive. Feel free to adjust the heat or change the music to your liking." With embarrassingly good timing, Mariah Carey's voice came over the patchy speakers - not exactly something you'd expect to hear in the beat-up pickup truck. Trying to pretend like it wasn't strange, Zavien dodged his face clear of a licking assault to peer through the back window, his laughter accented by the tires crunching through snow. "You already met Sol, but I'm Zavien."
Once he was sure they were clear of her car and any traffic from other questionable drivers, he twisted back to the front, kicking the truck into drive and rotating the steering wheel to get them on the road. He settled into his seat, the cushions having molded to the prop of his arm long ago, the cracks on gear shift fitting his hand perfectly; and yet they all felt like the comfortable position he was trying to find again, acutely aware of the woman sitting next to him.
His focus remained on the icy road, but he shot her a brief glance, curiosity painted through their green coloring. "So, what brought you out to Pine Peak?"
Shifting the car into reverse, he turned to look behind them while explaining, "We've got about a twenty-minute drive. Feel free to adjust the heat or change the music to your liking." With embarrassingly good timing, Mariah Carey's voice came over the patchy speakers - not exactly something you'd expect to hear in the beat-up pickup truck. Trying to pretend like it wasn't strange, Zavien dodged his face clear of a licking assault to peer through the back window, his laughter accented by the tires crunching through snow. "You already met Sol, but I'm Zavien."
Once he was sure they were clear of her car and any traffic from other questionable drivers, he twisted back to the front, kicking the truck into drive and rotating the steering wheel to get them on the road. He settled into his seat, the cushions having molded to the prop of his arm long ago, the cracks on gear shift fitting his hand perfectly; and yet they all felt like the comfortable position he was trying to find again, acutely aware of the woman sitting next to him.
His focus remained on the icy road, but he shot her a brief glance, curiosity painted through their green coloring. "So, what brought you out to Pine Peak?"
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
