Post by pierce on Aug 3, 2015 1:50:52 GMT -5
Upon his arrival at the mall, Clint was practically dragging himself through its main entrance...simply concentrating on why he was here. He'd been coerced by his uncle in to buying his aunt something nice that didn't require asking her what any of her varying 'sizes' were. So with this, a long past-due favor would be repaid and his uncle would never hang it over his head again. He was going to have to do this anyway, at some point. His go-to camera was in need of repair and...and he forgot it in the car! He turned back immediately, glad to have noticed before getting too deep in the shopping traffic. As he rushed out the doors he was struck. What were the odds. His pace just sort of malfunctioned, still taking steps but they'd lost their reason and direction once he noticed the distinct red hair and gait from a distance. He was about to walk straight in to the bowl of the mall's cascading fountain before he realized that he should probably watch where he was going.
Clint took a few deep breaths, resuming a brisk, normalized walk toward the parking lot and passing her with the acknowledging eyes of a deer in headlights. He couldn't believe the timing, looking over his shoulder after her and even going to the lengths to pinch himself on the arm to make sure this wasn't one of those dreams again. No, this was the real deal. He picked up the pace like a shot, speeding toward his car and back - breezing through the entrance this time around and looking for the not-so-elusive Wyatt Prescott, carrying his camera secured by its strap over his shoulder. His chest was thumping with the sudden cardio. The fact that he was in the mall, looking for a red head in a sea of people was pretty daunting. He just hadn't been quick enough. Clint just harnessed his hopes of suddenly seeing her again as he made his way in to The Camera Counter, dropping the camera off for a lens replacement and adjustment - his back to the cashier's work as he observed the people passing by the storefront.
Clint took a few deep breaths, resuming a brisk, normalized walk toward the parking lot and passing her with the acknowledging eyes of a deer in headlights. He couldn't believe the timing, looking over his shoulder after her and even going to the lengths to pinch himself on the arm to make sure this wasn't one of those dreams again. No, this was the real deal. He picked up the pace like a shot, speeding toward his car and back - breezing through the entrance this time around and looking for the not-so-elusive Wyatt Prescott, carrying his camera secured by its strap over his shoulder. His chest was thumping with the sudden cardio. The fact that he was in the mall, looking for a red head in a sea of people was pretty daunting. He just hadn't been quick enough. Clint just harnessed his hopes of suddenly seeing her again as he made his way in to The Camera Counter, dropping the camera off for a lens replacement and adjustment - his back to the cashier's work as he observed the people passing by the storefront.
