“He’s a furry little liar.” It’s a lot harder to unlock her bicycle with one hand full of phone; she ends up dropping her backpack on her toes. “Ow. I won’t be long. Blue Jeep. Thank you so much.”
“Not a problem. I know I’d be upset if I lost my cat. I just, uh. Hope you don’t mind if I pet him a little while we wait.” Okay, that was awkward. Stiles winces at his own reflection in the rearview mirror before he pulls his car into a parked position. Once he has his hand safely free of the wheel, he reaches out to rub behind one of Helios’ ears. “My—uh. Puppy is gonna be so pissed if he smells you on me, mister.”
Helios just headbutts him and makes sure to rub his face along stiles’ fingers and arm.
It’s not that she’s hurrying, exactly, but usually she might pedal a little slower, enjoy the day — not push the few stoplights. Okay, so she’s hurrying. She spots the blue Jeep as she’s rounding the last corner, and makes herself take the time to actually put the bike in the rack before she taps on the window. “Hi?”