for fish fingers & custard @ lilly;

He’d done his best to get ready as quickly as possible, honest.  It was true, but he refused to leave the place without his signature bow tie and then he couldn’t find his right shoe.  John had honestly no idea how he managed to lose his right shoe, but he eventually found the obscure thing underneath the sofa.  As he was tugging on his tweed jacket, he stole a quick glance at the clock and swallowed a little nervously.  Maybe Lilly would overlook his lateness …for the eightieth time?

The young man broke out into a full sprint now with complete determination to not keep his closest companion waiting any longer.  With awkwardly long limbs flailing, he finally arrived at his destination with a very disheveled appearance, but he smoothed himself out as quickly as possible.  ”Lilly?” John tentatively called, “You still here?”  His English and eccentricity made him stick out like a bit of sore thumb, but Lilly should have equally stuck out with her vibrant red hair and incredibly long legs.  Really, her parents should have named her ‘Legs’ or something.  It was much more suiting than her almost infuriatingly soft name.

However, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a dash of brilliant red hair and immediately, he knew it was his Lilly.  ”Lilly!” he called, ecstatic, and he reached out to embrace her at once.  ”You haven’t left yet,” he added cheerily, “I was worried you’d be gone by now.  Terribly sorry.  I nearly lost my right shoe.”