Loren took the offered hand and struggled to his feet, “Merci, Lia.” He smiled at his friend, “Don’t worry about it. That old stool’s never exactly been sturdy.”
As he moved to retrieve the stool from where it had fallen he stretched and rubbed the gear imprint from his forehead, “I’m not even sure how long I was out, what time is it?”
Lia returns the smile, “still, I feel bad. It’s not nice to spook your friends to the point they fall on the floor.” Her voice is light humored though, so while she felt bad - it was clear she was trying to be light about it. She shrugs, “it’s not dinner time yet - lunch was a little bit ago - so like 2? 3?” She thinks about it for a few moments. “I’ve been riding most of the day.”













