Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Wilders
Prompt: Park
Notes: For A Year In Writing.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Geoffrey parked a mile from the door.
014: Park
“You could have parked there,” Catharine said. Geoffrey rolled his eyes.
“Do you want to drive?”
He did not want his shiny, red convertible dented by some idiot who couldn’t park. It was his baby. A birthday present from his grandfather a few years back, just before the old man died. No harm would come to it, as long as he was around.
“Baby, you won’t let me drive your car, and you know it,” Catharine sighed.
“But I’ll let you shift my gears,” he cooed, pulling into a space so far fro the door, Catharine was tempted to look for her passport. She smacked him and made to open the door.
“No. Wait.”
“Geoff.”
He hopped out and came around to open the door for her. She blushed prettily, but didn’t protest. She liked when he was on this sort of kick, and it just about made up for his choice of parking space.
He held her hand and locked the car before leading her to the door.