#c:kaley

Parking his bike along the curb, Malcolm wasted no time in heading for the front entrance of the diner that Kaley had told him she worked at ages ago. He tugged off his helmet as he pushed open the door, the bell above it dinging to announce his arrival. Without much consideration as to where Kaley would prefer he took a seat, maybe somewhere that she wouldn’t be so clearly treating and making conversation with a rough looking young man with distinctive patches on his leather jacket, Malcolm instead headed straight for the front counter and copped a spot along it.

Setting his helmet on the counter, he glanced around for a moment before spotting the young woman he had been searching for. “Hey, babe- you holding up your end of the deal?” He asked with a wickedly crooked grin.

The state fair was surprisingly crowded. Malcolm found himself weaving through the crowd, barely missing shoulder checking several people as he made his way towards the fair stand that he had realized was selling both candied apples and funnel cakes. Frankly, the games were fun and Malc had already randomly given out several won stuffed animals with a wink, but the food was the real star of the fair.

With his sights locked on the nearby food stand, Malcolm’s focus waivered and he found himself accidentally doing what he had been trying to avoid and sending a small brunette girl stumbling when his shoulder smacked into hers. “Shit, my bad. You good?” He asked as she reached out to steady her, actually feeling a bit of guilt since he knew the collision was without a doubt his fault. The girl had even been standing at the edge of the crowded walkways and yet he still managed to bump into her.

“Knock knock, Richman. You got about two seconds before I kick down the door and make all your neighbors think you’re getting robbed or something.” Malcolm called out through the closed door of the girl’s place, knowing that she had to be inside. If she wasn’t alone, that was her business, but it didn’t mean that Malcolm was still going to accept not being let in. He had driven all the way over there after all, who cared if he was showing up unannounced. Not him, that was for damn sure. “We got shit to do, dollface. Places to go, people to fucking see.”

"Fuckin’ hell, it just started pissin’ down outta nowhere, huh?” Carson commented to the young brunette who had sprinted to take cover under the random restaurant's awning alongside him once the sky decided to open up. What the hell were weathermen good if Carson still ended up getting soaked to the bone despite checking the weather and being told it was clear skies all day. Deciding he was stuck there for the moment at least since his big ass wasn’t about to sprint through the ran, Carson pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offered it out to the girl, one brow quirking up in question as to if she wanted one.