Apologies to the willow tree

Day 1.

I watched over her shoulder as she scribbled her elegant italic signature on the bottom of the hospital form saying she was fit to leave. Her hand neatly glided across the paper.

She must have felt me there; she turned her head and it collided with mine. I winced in pain and rubbed my head as I back away from her shoulder. She just chuckled at this display - no mask of pain from herself - before she got back to writing. How manly Max, nice one. Once she had finished filling out her forms, I bent down and grabbed her bags in one hand and held out my free arm to her.

"Oh, what a gentleman" she giggled whilst linking her arm in mine.

This felt nice. To have her arm linked in mine. It made me feel calm, like I was with my childhood friend or my sister.

We walked arm in arm to the car park, where I escorted her to my car. 'Not like she didn't know what my car looked like already,' I thought to myself, mentally cringing as I remembered how I was in this situation in the first place.

"Are you okay? You look constipated?" Willow chirped up poking my cheek.

Obviously I was cringing physically as well. But I didn't answer, I just puffed my cheeks out further and screwed up my nose, scrunching my eyes closed in the process. She chuckled at that.

We reached my car and (like the gentlemen Willow rightly pointed out that I am) I opened the passenger door and allowed her to climb in before traipsing around the back of the car to the drivers side and climbing in for myself. I closed the door and turned to look towards Willow to find her facing me with a big grin on her face.

"What's wrong with your face willow?" I asked.

"Well, it's just that I don't usually get taken out," she said now looking at her feet as if they could possible have more interest than me. They were nice shoes, but no, I am certainly more interesting.

"What do you mean people don't take you out?"

She's beautiful, she probably always getting dates. Also, family go out from time to time don't they?

"I have no one to take me out..."

"Oh.."

I dropped the conversation looking around the car for something to try and change the (obviously unwanted) subject.

Searching my car, my eyes fell on her bag. Oh yeah. This was the bag she had on her when I hit her. I remembered picking it up and bringing it into the ambulance with us. The bag had not been damaged in the slightest unlike Willow.

"So, what's in the bag?" I inquired.

Her eyes lit up as she turned to face me once again. She grabbed her backpack from me and rummaged inside. She pulled out a retro-looking Polaroid camera. Grinning while doing so, she held the camera to her face.

"Smile!"

I turned and tried my best to smile. There was a flash and the picture came out. She set her camera on the dash board and started shaking the picture around until it was clear. She then looked at it and smiled.

"Awwwww" she giggled.

Giggling. That can't be good. 'Bet I look like a mug,' I thought.

"Let me see that" I said while tugging at her arm.

She turned it round, peeking out from the side of the picture. "You have a nice smile" she declared whilst showing me the picture. I looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself.

"My whole face is nice babes."

She giggled again and I took that as my opportunity to snatch the camera and snap my own picture of her.