@oasisbless // starter call!!
❁ : yor’s out and about running errands when she spots the young man leaving the table at an outdoor café. nothing out of the ordinary about that - but he’s left what looks like an old broom just sitting at the table. it’s technically none of her concern (and really, she does need to be getting home to anya to figure out what she can make her that might turn out edible) and she could just go on her way...
...but she can’t just leave it all be. yor doesn’t work like that. her arms may be full of shopping bags, but she’s still able to run over at top speed - albeit not her top speed, thanks to those in charge - snag the broom with her pinky finger, and catch up with that young man some ways down the street. now, she’s just a few feet behind him, a very ragged-looking broom in hand. but really, who is she to judge what people keep as their dearest possessions?
‘hold on for a moment, please!’ she jogs up alongside him and slows to walking pace, holding the broom out with just the one finger.
‘you dropped this at the table back there.’