
Watching Sky dart to the bathroom, the man grimaced sympathetically. When she returned, he brushed her hair from her face and smiled. "Why don't we get the food to go? We can eat in the park. It's close, and it doesn't smell like grease." he told her, stepping away to order their food. He chose not to get a burger, not wanting anything with too strong of a smell knowing it would bother her stomach. Waiting patiently for the employee to fill the paper sac with their order, he snatched up the two bottles of water as well. Tucking the water into the crook of his arm, he carried the food with his good hand. "Shall we go?" he didn't want her to get sick again, and the night air would probably do her some good.
....You're Getting Better All The Time.
