Running up that Hill ↣ Riley & Tate
Slipping into the running shorts, Riley took a second to check whether she wasn't forgetting anything. Her room looked like a downright mess. It usually did, but at this point more so than ever. When she had told Tate she would love to go running with him, she hadn't thought about the fact that meant she would have to wear appropriate running gear - or at the very least sports clothes. She had desperately tried to search for her running shorts, and after realizing she didn't have anything to wear on top, she had thrown on a crop top instead; leaving her room in a far from tidy state. 'A mess in my head with a room to match', she thought to herself as she went on to search for a water bottle. She had to have one somewhere.
"Ah, got it." She grabbed the bottle from her bookshelf, completely forgetting that she had put it there as a bookend, causing an avalanche of books as a result. "Fuck!," she said to herself, and then again when she caught a glance of her clock and came to the sudden realisation she was keeping Tate waiting.
She quickly decided she would clean up the mess another time and scurried out of her room, nearly tripping over her own feet when she closed the door behind her.
Finally, and at least a quarter late, did she reach him; looking almost out of breath with a slightly red face to match. "Here I thought you were going to keep me waiting," she attempted a joke, a smile curling up from the corner of her lips.