K+ just to be safe. Based off the song "Good Directions" by Billy Currington.

Paige glanced around the seemingly abandoned field, trying to figure out where she was. Unfortunately, she wasn't that great with directions and her mom had sent her to town to pick up food and told her to try to remember where she was going and how to get there.

She was nearly startled when she heard a squish, only to find a lone fish. Peculiar since even she knew there wasn't a lake for miles... Then her question was answered when she looked behind her and discovered a beat up truck with a blue-skinned male to blame.

She sucked in her gut and caught him by surprise, "Excuse me, sir!"

Tony stopped knawing on his fish and looked the girl down... She was rather short, but kinda pretty with her seemingly squishy face. He swallowed and replied, "Yes, miss?"

"I'd like to know where the next drop off is. I think I took a wrong turn."

He rolled his eyes. This gal had to have the brain the size of a nut to not know where she was. He groaned, "You go East for a bit, then past this little neighborhood. Stop into the little antique shop and get yourself a bottle of water because it's gonna be a long trip. Then you take a left at the intersection, however, if you ever get the feeling you wanna come back, you can take a right."

She thanked him and hurried on her way. Almost immediately, he had regret giving her directions. Her British accent was rather cute to him, and her unusual eyes of violet reminded him of lavenders. He finished his piece of fish and leaned back, wanting to bang his head against the metal.

'Quit dreaming Tony. She probably thought you were a freakshow with your appearance!' He complained subconsciously.

...

Paige stumbled across the crosswalk to the small store. It looked charming enough with it's local posters hanging from the billboard near the door. As the doorbell chimed a familiar melody, a middle-aged woman turned her head to her and smiled, "Afternoon ma'am! Need somethin'?"

She nodded, "I was told by a man on a truck to stop by here for some water before I continue to the intersection."

"Ahh, Tony?"

Her cheeks turned to a very light tint of grey. She didn't use her manners and catch his name. It was a shame, he looked like her type. She asked as she stood on her tip toes with her arm reached over her head, "Yea tall? Blue?"

She nodded, "That's ma adoptive son. He's always tellin' people to come here if they get lost."

"Oh...He was a looker." She admitted sheepishly.

"Yep! Although, most say he's kinda unusual... But hey, we're all weird in our own lil' ways!"

She nodded as she continued her way into the shop. She could've used a little inspiration for her next art project... She listened to the woman shuffle through objects and return to set said water on the counter. Paige asked as she pulled out change out of her bag, "How much?"

"Nothin'...Although, I gotta know."

"Hm?"

"Do you plan on goin' back or nah?"

Paige glanced down, tapping her fingers against the glass. She could do that, but then she'd have to explain why she didn't get to town in time... But if she missed him on her way home, she knows she'd be bound to regret it and have to be curious about it forever.

Paige reluctantly huffed, "I'm going back."

She grinned, "Good choice. In that case, take this..."

She returned to the back and came back minutes later with a grocery bag. The woman smiled, "It's his dinner. He's supposed to be working but the man just sits around eatin' fish! Not that I'd blame him, have you seen him? He's practically skin and bone!"

Paige nodded as she neared the door, "I'll deliver it to him, don't worry."

"Thank you darlin'! Have a nice day~!"

The doorbell swung back and forth as she started her trek back. She was hoping she wouldn't get lost... Or turned down.

...

Tony yanked on the pole, trying to pull his catch in. Unfortunately, he got a weenie trout. He sighed, tossing it in the basket. He still regret not getting any information on the girl from earlier, and not even fishing was helping.

He thought he heard bushes move, but waved it off as a rabbit or other small animal. Then he felt fabric brush against his pant leg. He got up and threw the line again, sitting down without looking to his side. He didn't want to get his hopes up to find it's just a bandana flying through the wind or something.

Until a black hand handed him a bottle of water, that same accent asking, "Want a drink? You look a little dehydrated."

His face lit up as he looked over, seeing her from before. He set the fishing pole in the ground, immediately embracing her. Realizing what he was doing, he let go. She probably just came to do him a favor. However, curiousity got the best of him when she didn't leave. He asked, "Why did you come back? Aren't you gonna leave?"

She shook her head, "I stopped by the shop like you told me to and decided to come back because I didn't want to lose you."

His heart was pounding out of his chest. She continued, "I understand if you want me to go and-"

He interrupted, "You? Go? No, I-I was actually hoping you'd come back..."

"Really?" Her eyes danced like the lake he was fishing out of.

"Yep. So, ah, what should we do now?"

He saw something tug on the pole. He grabbed it and slowly started reeling it in. She thought for a moment before commenting, "Introductions would be a good start."

"Oh yes! I'm Tony. Tony Timespringer. You are...?"

"Paige. Paige Marie."

"Paige Marie...Nice ring to it."

He smiled as he pulled it in and happily tossed it in the bucket, humming, "Well I suppose that's the last of them for today. Any ideas for the rest of the evening?"

She shrugged, "I don't know...Know a good movie?"

"Well there's a small theater in town if you wanna go see something."

"Alright, let's go."

They stood up as Paige grabbed the bucket for him. He rushed to the old car and turned it on, watching her set down the bucket on the floorboards and pull herself up stomach-first. He heard her click her seat-belt shut and fired the engine.

...

"And that my dear child, is how me and your mother met."

Mary stared at her father blankly. She just asked for a bedtime story, expecting something like Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, not geneology stories. Paige stroked her stubby hair as the two looked at him. The child commented, "Daddy, I didn't want some dumb boring story, I wanted a bedtime story. You know, like Cinderella?"

He sighed, "Yes but you'll realize how interesting your mommy and daddy's love story is one day."

"Yeah, when I become boring."

Paige commented, "She has a point. You are kinda bleh."

Tony teased, "Thanks for the compliment honey."

"Welcome~!"

Mary hissed, "Can you guys continue when I'm not awake?"

"Sorry Mary Fairy-"

"Don't call me that either!"

Paige swished her lips to the other sides of her face. She soon lit up and asked, "How about to make up for Daddy's boring story I tell you one you do wanna hear?"

"Okay!"

The rainbow-haired woman turned to her husband, pouting. He shrugged and left the room, warning her to not go overboard on it. As soon as he left, she began telling her another story.