> Rose and John: go out for a walk.

numburonepranksturrr:

sweet!

You try not to sound too excited but it’s just too hard. Relief washes over your entire being once you realise you’ve gained permission to hold her hand. She doesn’t hate you. Though after a moment of thinking, that assumption was probably over the top anyway. After a moment’s hesitation you take the girl’s hand gently and walk beside her, curious blue eyes searching around for the cafe.

yeah let’s go!

You’re just relieved you’ve gotten your point across to him and that he’s been good about listening to you when you really asked for the favor of treating you in the way that you wanted.  As you continue down the street, cane lighting your path, you can’t help but notice that John has a spring in his step and his hand is holding yours quite tightly (though not uncomfortably so).

It should be a just a few blocks down this way.

You gesture forward with your cane.