[ The answer to that question is painfully simple: Lottie wants Marc to make all her problems go away. The how is something she hadn't thought aboutβ he's tall and vaguely themed, mysterious and rugged enough to possibly say scram and they'd, poof, she doesn't know, go scram? Instead a younger, and smaller, man calling him old.
(Note: he calls Lottie a girl. A vague compliment in the mess of all this, she figures. But she also winces for himβ he doesn't look that old. Just.. Normal.)
Luckily for them the two deciding to cause VIOLENCE AGAINST CARS wander off towards a particularly well kept Chevy, ignoring the sound of Marc's knee hitting the gut of the semi-smaller man. Who groans, exclaims a wheezy what the hell as a passerby whoops and hollers. Lottie shares none of this enthusiasm, just feels her hands get clammy and her heart speeding up. Oh god! Her first fight. Oh god, this is her first fight.
This is what determines the trajectory or her life foreverβ ]
Whβ ugh, Iβ
[ She immediately reaches for her keys to try and unlock her door. Unfortunately, she is also missing the key hole every time she tries to get it in. And by the time she does, she's decided she doesn't even want to be in her car anymore. That does not save the groupie (who tried charging at her out of her peripheralβ pointless as she is kind of blind right now) from a face full of car door, the impact loud and audibly biting as he crumples down to the ground. ]
Iβ [ A pathetic look Marc's way, ] am trying my best here! Seriously!
now he is three!! LESS FAR
(Note: he calls Lottie a girl. A vague compliment in the mess of all this, she figures. But she also winces for himβ he doesn't look that old. Just.. Normal.)
Luckily for them the two deciding to cause VIOLENCE AGAINST CARS wander off towards a particularly well kept Chevy, ignoring the sound of Marc's knee hitting the gut of the semi-smaller man. Who groans, exclaims a wheezy what the hell as a passerby whoops and hollers. Lottie shares none of this enthusiasm, just feels her hands get clammy and her heart speeding up. Oh god! Her first fight. Oh god, this is her first fight.
This is what determines the trajectory or her life foreverβ ]
Whβ ugh, Iβ
[ She immediately reaches for her keys to try and unlock her door. Unfortunately, she is also missing the key hole every time she tries to get it in. And by the time she does, she's decided she doesn't even want to be in her car anymore. That does not save the groupie (who tried charging at her out of her peripheralβ pointless as she is kind of blind right now) from a face full of car door, the impact loud and audibly biting as he crumples down to the ground. ]
Iβ [ A pathetic look Marc's way, ] am trying my best here! Seriously!