#wendy1

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Dylan sat up from the computer as he realized who usually frequented the library at this time. He'd gotten distracted updating some files, but that was alright — he knew he wasn't too late. Leaving the files for later, he brought out the cart of books to put back on the shelves as his eyes scanned for the familiar brunette. She could typically be found at the same few sections, but he surprisingly found her in a different spot today. Pushing the cart behind her, as if he were actually just working and not coming over to talk to her, he peeked over Wendy's shoulder to see what book she was considering. "I don't think you'll like that one — the plot moves really slow, and the main character is extremely unlikable," he smiled as Wendy looked up from the book. "Trust me, you'll thank me later. I can help you find something better?" @wcndydrliing

"Almost there.. no peeking!" Peter lead Wendy through the parking lot with her hands covering her eyes, his hands firmly on her shoulders to keep her going in the right direction. He was leading her straight to his motorcycle, two helmets resting on the bike as an invitation for Wendy to go for a ride with him. He knew she was going to freak out about it and likely say no at first, but he was a master of persuasion; he wasn't worried about it. "Ta-da!" He stopped her in their tracks, giving her a light nudge as a signal to open her eyes. He quickly floated past her to grab the second helmet and hold it out in her direction. "Finally got a second helmet. And before you say anything, it's completely safe! It's a lot like flying, you'll love it." @wcndydrliing