#will001

Ronnie actually did like walking, believe it or not. She used to mooch rides off of her friends when she was in high school, or someone that worked for her parents would pick her up, or she'd ride with her siblings (until Addie left). But in New York she'd gotten used to walking and public transportation, and, sure, it was gross sometimes, but there was also something nice about it. You could run into all sorts of people and sights.

Or people who were sights. Lunar Cove was small, but there was always something going on, something that had been destroyed that needed to be rebuilt. The Magnolia Inn was the newest of those construction sites, the effects of New Years still lingering. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and glanced around, noticing someone working on part of the building. Someone with-- Jesus-- really nice arms. And a nice back. And-- Wow. She was staring.

She got caught staring. Ronnie blinked, managing to come back to herself a little. "Uh, hey. Hi! That looks, uh, kind of heavy. Need a hand?"