Just an Ordinary Day in the Life of an Ordinary Girl
"Com'on, hop in - I can drive you there, no problem," you tell him, deciding that humanity would have gotten nowhere if it hadn't been for improvisation and creativity - might as well take advantage of those same things yourself.
The man walks around the car and opens the door on the passenger side, sliding onto the seat with a kind of grace you wouldn't usually suspect from a guy. He fumbles around clumsily with the seatbelt, which confuses you - what person in these days wouldn't know how to work a simple thing as a seatbelt? But as you watch him, you suddenly realize you don't even know his name yet! You big stupid. "By the way, I'm Amber," you tell him with a smile, holding out a hand for him to shake.
To your great surprise, rather than shaking your hand, he takes it and instead plants a kiss on the back, in old Victorian style. "Please, forgive my rudeness, miss Amber. I had not properly introduced myself to you when we met. My name is Thomas of Wellsher."
You blush ever so slightly at his gentlemanly manner, a shy smile tugging at your lips. Oh, Amber, you think to yourself, you're really falling for this guy - stop it! But, every girl is known to never follow her own advice, and you just continue to ignore the nagging little voice. You start the engine and start to pull up the road again, continuing in the direction you were initially headed - after all, you don't have any clue where Elmer's Hollow really is, even though you told Thomas so. Something'll come up along the way, surely.
The man walks around the car and opens the door on the passenger side, sliding onto the seat with a kind of grace you wouldn't usually suspect from a guy. He fumbles around clumsily with the seatbelt, which confuses you - what person in these days wouldn't know how to work a simple thing as a seatbelt? But as you watch him, you suddenly realize you don't even know his name yet! You big stupid. "By the way, I'm Amber," you tell him with a smile, holding out a hand for him to shake.
To your great surprise, rather than shaking your hand, he takes it and instead plants a kiss on the back, in old Victorian style. "Please, forgive my rudeness, miss Amber. I had not properly introduced myself to you when we met. My name is Thomas of Wellsher."
You blush ever so slightly at his gentlemanly manner, a shy smile tugging at your lips. Oh, Amber, you think to yourself, you're really falling for this guy - stop it! But, every girl is known to never follow her own advice, and you just continue to ignore the nagging little voice. You start the engine and start to pull up the road again, continuing in the direction you were initially headed - after all, you don't have any clue where Elmer's Hollow really is, even though you told Thomas so. Something'll come up along the way, surely.