"you’re in the choir and i’m the pianist" capable & angharad :-)
Her name was Angharad, and she was exactly the sort of person Capable had always dreamed of being.
Capable didn’t know much about her, other than she was heavily pregnant and had no ring on her finger. She drove herself to and from choir practice, too, and that didn’t necessarily mean anything, but Capable somehow got the feeling Angharad was on her own.
Choir practice ended early one day; the singers all filed out while Capable finished gathering up her sheet music. She was headed out to her car when she heard a guttering noise and saw Angharad in her car, viciously trying to get the engine to turn over.
“You need that looked at,” Capable told her. “My boyfriend’s a mechanic, you want me to call him?”
“You really don’t have to,” Angharad said, though she sounded as if she wanted to say yes.
Capable called Nux and let him listen to the engine; he pronounced it needed to come into the garage and promised to send a tow truck over.
“He’ll have it fixed in no time,” Capable assured the other woman. “Can I give you a ride?”
Angharad bit her lip. “I actually have an appointment with the obstetrician...would you...would you mind coming with me?”
Capable was surprised and flattered. “Of course!” she said, trying not to sound too eager. “Of course I will.”
Angharad smiled as she followed Capable to her car. “You’re really sweet, Capable. Thank you.”
Capable flushed at the praise. “It’s no problem,” she assured her. “Anything I can do to help.”