“oh, you haven’t reached the level of crippling self loathing until you drop an entire folder worth of confidential legal agreements off the side of the trolley going through china town,” camden spoke with a bit of a grimace, remembering one of his first days in san francisco. it was a smaller city than new york, by far, but the energy was different and it had thrown him off. “are you sure you’re okay? at least let me give you a ride,” he offered, a bit concerned that she’d hit her head hard on the pavement. “give me a chance to be the hero a little longer,” the man added smoothly, cracking a grin.
she looks at him for a moment and then laughs at his explanation, though it hurts her head a little bit. she places a hand on the side of her head and then shakes her head a bit. “yikes, that’s pretty bad, i have to agree.” she winces a little bit and then nods her head again. “i’m okay. nothing painkillers won’t cure or a glass of wine,” she adds jokingly, but when he offers a ride she decides to take it. because getting the tram or the trolley back home doesn’t sound exactly thrilling considering she nearly got killed by one. “alright, fine, if it boost your ego a bit more i suppose it wouldn’t do any harm. only if it’s no trouble though,” she walks with him to where she assumes his car is.
















