Willow had been grabbing some groceries from the grocery store. Nothing big.
Just some stuff here and there to make an old fashioned dinner for herself and her grandfather. And since he had been going on during the entire trip into town about her late grandmother's home made fish fries. Well, she had decided to give him what he wanted.
So after buying all the necessary fish; clams, shrimp, scallops, crawfish, catfish and salmon to cook.
She had then grabbed some stuff for home made sea food salad, cole slaw, onion rings and hushed puppies. Followed by some sauces, tartar, cocktail, honey mustard and the like- before she figured that she had enough stuff for more than two people and then decided to pay for everything and go to find her grandfather.
So after leaving the store and going to look for her grandfather, it took perhaps about ten minutes, but she finally found him. Gripping the arm of the man she had more or less accosted a little while ago.
She remembered him by his short and unusual silver colored hair and his height of six foot two inches. And how he filled out the pair of black denim jeans he was wearing- and dear god why did he have to have such a delicious looking ass? She wondered as she moved closer to see what was going on with her grandpa due to the fact that the younger man's expression was beginning to take on a slightly alarmed look.
"Grandpa?!" Causing the unknown man to look in the direction of her voice, his expression changing from one of alarm to surprise before he accidentally let her grandfather slip from his grasp...
And took a nice, terrifying tumble side ways where he landed on his side on the side walk as he let out a loud almost girly shriek of horror- that drew the attention of people walking by and witnessing the whole spectacle and quickly clapped a hand to his mouth as he stared at her in wide eyed disbelief behind those long silver bangs of his.
Because he had dropped her grandfather?
Or because he had been caught doing it?
Willow didn't know. But she was damn well going to find out. After. She found out whether her grandpa was okay or not. "Grandpa? Are you okay?" She asked in concern as she dropped the bags of food onto the pavement and shot the stranger who had dropped her grandpa a mean look that had the silver haired man visibly cringing.
As she dropped down to her knees beside the elder and began to run her hands over his body in a meticulous manner, carefully searching for any and all broken bones that he may have received from his sudden spill.
But instead of simply telling her that he was okay, her grandpa just laughed and waved her hands away. "Oh, I'm fine dearest. I imagine the only true damage done here today was to my friend." He said, pointing to Adrian who just stood there still with his hand over his mouth- and a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. "See. Look at the poor man." He reached out and rapped his knuckles on Adrian's leg and giggled as he said. "Frozen stiff... Which is good since I want you to invite him to dinner and he can't run away from us or say no like this. So- go on, invite him to dinner."
"But grandpa we should probably have you checked out-" Willow started to say as she was cut off.
"Stop fretting already. I'm fine. Now invite the nice terrified man to dinner tonight before he regains the ability to speak and move." Her grandfather said somewhat excitedly.
"But grandpa-"
"Willow. Please, do this and make an old man happy. He's a good man. Awkward and not very good at socializing, but a good man nevertheless." Her grandfather said as she sighed. Reading his message loud and clear.
New town. New home. New life.
She would need a few good people watching out for her and helping her when things got rough. And they would, eventually with her grandpa's health deteriorating as it was. So if in one of his few lucid moments he deemed someone good enough for her to take a chance on, who was she to disappoint?
Sighing Willow stood up and moved to help her grandpa up when the stranger surprised her by moving to take the old man's hand and help him up with ease. Only making her want to growl at him like a wild animal out for blood because someone or something had overstepped bounds and once her grandfather was on his feet again he wasted no time whatsoever in getting behind her and pushing her towards his friend.
As much as she loved the man, subtle, was something he wasn't as she sighed again and said in her most robotic tone. "Would you like to come to dinner at grandpa's house this evening?" Hoping that the weird guy would decline and her grandfather would stop pushing her in his direction.
Honestly if he kept it up, she'd be in the man's lap or something trying to think up creative ways to end him.
"Will you be there?" The man's smooth if somewhat breathless sounding baritone pierced her thoughts as he asked her the question. She felt herself flush, and heard her grandpa answer for her.
"She's cooking! We're having an old fashioned fish fry."
She felt the silver haired stranger's eyes on her, his expression peculiar enough to send shivers down her spine as the guy finally asked, "What time do I need to be there?"
"How's four thirty sound?" Her grandpa replied easily, happy things were falling into place with his plan.
"I'll be there with bells on."
"Perfect." She muttered, knowing that she was being ignored for the moment as her grandfather beamed at the man and exchanged a few other details before he happily waved his friend off and took one of the bags of food from her arms.