05-24-2012, 11:46 AM
He blinked in a perplexed sort of way and then smiled brilliantly to assure her, “Of course. I was the one that brought you to the table to begin with. It’s my fault, so my obligation to make sure you are well situated after all this.” He patted her arm and welcomed her to pick a radio station, so that it would keep her relaxed, as he turned and made his way to the apartment building, in the opposite direction of the ice cream stand. He parked in one of the spaces closest to the structure, cautious about any riffraff, and whirled around to escort her out of the vehicle and into the apartment complex. It was not a short walk, but he always eyed his surroundings well enough to never be bothered, except when he wanted the confrontation, and, once inside, he followed her lead; wherever she gestured, glanced or said to go, he strolled them there, holding her and her belongings.
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