[ deadsetonsurvival ♥‘d ]
His eyes catch on the device as it jolts from her person and falls to the grass; he quickens his pace, half jogging forward to scoop it up, and he’s straightening as he shouts out, “Miss - miss! I think you dropped this.”
It’s with the same pace as before that he catches up to her and offers her the phone, a faint smile touching his lips.







