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“Just wish it wouldn’t happen when I’m tryin’ to stay on a very tight schedule,” she huffed, pulling her phone out to make sense of the fiasco. There may be no crying over spilled milk, but she was about to test the theory with red paint. “Would you mind? Giving me a ride, I mean, because I’m sure your shorts are real nice and all–.” For the sake of niceties, she left out the but, assuming the shorts were probably too short or too flashy, anything but Lyla’s normal approach to style. “I’d appreciate it.”
"I wouldn’t offer if I minded,” Ty assured with a shrug, heading toward her car and gesturing for Lyla to follow. “M’only bout a block over. S’not super far, but I guess it’s kinda far to walk with a stain on your dress. Uh.” She scratched her temple. “I don’t have a jacket or anythin’, considerin’. We could run for it. You up for runnin’?”












