“I am not a bottomless pit!” Lyric objected, pouting at Nocturne’s back as she followed him to the pet isle, and then to the checkout. She watched as each item was scanned, and then put into the reusable bags that Nocturne had brought in with him. Lyric helped carry the bags out to the car, since her brother had to lug the bag of dry cat food. At least he hadn’t bought kitty litter; Lyric couldn’t stand the smell of the stuff, even when it hadn’t met with poop yet, and she didn’t want it near her food.
At the instruction to go the long way home via downtown, Lyric raised her eyebrows at Nocturne. There was a hole in the wall like right there, but she held her tongue and did as instructed, climbing into the driver’s seat, buckling her seatbelt and turning the engine on as she took a deep breath. After making sure the way was clear, she slowly backed the Jeep out of the parking spot, and then crawled out of the parking lot and into the traffic on the main road.
Lyric took another deep breath, and followed the flow of the traffic, making appropriate turns and being sure to use her indicators and keep a safe distance from the car in front of her, without lagging too far behind and getting honked at by the car behind her. She was biting her bottom lip by the time they arrived – safely – downtown and she manoeuvred the Jeep towards the bank, keeping an eye on the side spots, in case there was an opening of more than two cars so she could slide in without having to do a reverse parking. There wasn’t, so a moment later she pulled into the parking lot.
This parking lot was a lot smaller than the one near the supermarket, and Lyric paused for a moment at the entrance way as she eyeballed the parking lot anxiously. A lot smaller. Chewing on her bottom lip again, Lyric carefully pulled into the parking lot, glad no one was behind her, and searched for an empty bay that wasn’t too closely crowded by fellow vehicles. Finally finding one – it had cars on either side, but they weren’t crowding the lines – Lyric set about pulling into it, leaning forward and holding her breath as she crept in oh so slowly, terrified of dinging one of the other cars.
“Oh my god,” she expelled her breath heavily, crumpling in her seat as the Jeep came to a halt, neatly parked between the other two cars, and she ran a hand over her head in a stressful motion. “I’ll wait here,” Lyric said meekly, putting the car in park and setting the parking break. She turned stressed eyes on her brother. “Can you drive home, please? I think I’m going to be sick.”
At the instruction to go the long way home via downtown, Lyric raised her eyebrows at Nocturne. There was a hole in the wall like right there, but she held her tongue and did as instructed, climbing into the driver’s seat, buckling her seatbelt and turning the engine on as she took a deep breath. After making sure the way was clear, she slowly backed the Jeep out of the parking spot, and then crawled out of the parking lot and into the traffic on the main road.
Lyric took another deep breath, and followed the flow of the traffic, making appropriate turns and being sure to use her indicators and keep a safe distance from the car in front of her, without lagging too far behind and getting honked at by the car behind her. She was biting her bottom lip by the time they arrived – safely – downtown and she manoeuvred the Jeep towards the bank, keeping an eye on the side spots, in case there was an opening of more than two cars so she could slide in without having to do a reverse parking. There wasn’t, so a moment later she pulled into the parking lot.
This parking lot was a lot smaller than the one near the supermarket, and Lyric paused for a moment at the entrance way as she eyeballed the parking lot anxiously. A lot smaller. Chewing on her bottom lip again, Lyric carefully pulled into the parking lot, glad no one was behind her, and searched for an empty bay that wasn’t too closely crowded by fellow vehicles. Finally finding one – it had cars on either side, but they weren’t crowding the lines – Lyric set about pulling into it, leaning forward and holding her breath as she crept in oh so slowly, terrified of dinging one of the other cars.
“Oh my god,” she expelled her breath heavily, crumpling in her seat as the Jeep came to a halt, neatly parked between the other two cars, and she ran a hand over her head in a stressful motion. “I’ll wait here,” Lyric said meekly, putting the car in park and setting the parking break. She turned stressed eyes on her brother. “Can you drive home, please? I think I’m going to be sick.”
