”J-just another half a mile. B-but I can manage”. Casteel watched her for a few seconds as she slowly began to walk away from him. He could have let her go, he should have, but he didn’t. Why didn’t he? Instead he quickly reached out and took her hand pulling her towards him and away from the crack in the sidewalk that she was seconds away from tripping over. Normally he would have just warned her and possibly let her fall, pick herself back up and continue on her way. He wasn’t rude, he just didn’t care, nor could he care. However, this time his instincts took over, forcing him to save her from further embarrassment, according to what the humans call it. Why?... he had no answer to that, no answer what’s so ever. Not a single excuse to tell himself. So he simply went along with it. Maybe he’d figure it out by spending a bit more time with her. At the very least until the next morning. He almost smiled to himself at this thought. He truly wasn’t all that different today, just a bit distracted perhaps. His motive was the same as ever. After steadying her a little closer than necessary, he looked down at the small and captivating female. “Are you positive that you can manage? That was quite close.” He said with an amused grin, referring to her almost fall from a few seconds ago, which he guessed she as oblivious to.
Cordelia. The name seemed to fit her like a glove. He smiled the faintest bit as she walked up beside him and linked arms with him, and he quickly fell into step with her. "Aidan. At least as far as I know” he joked. He looked ahead and saw the café just down the road. It was close… too close. Maybe if he walked slower he could make the time last longer. But he quickly dismissed the thought and focused back on the woman beside him. Her brown hair seemed to fall over her shoulders perfectly, and she carried herself gracefully. He was captivated, and for the first time ever, he could only pay attention to one thing; her. He studied her features. They might be a bit hard to capture on paper, but that wouldn’t keep him from trying. Maybe he’d do it at the café, while they’re sitting face to face. He knows he should hurry before the supply store closes for lunch, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. “So miss Cordelia, do you have a habit of meeting people this way or…?”