They spend the day in London, with Mara’s enthusiasm being ridiculously infectious and getting awful tourist-y snaps with random Japanese people at the Tower of London, and her blue-gloved hand next to never leaves the crook of his elbow, and some random street vendor tries to push him to buy jewelry for his “girlfriend.”
With any other girl, it would be awkward. With any other girl, Ryan would be stuttering and fumbling over his words and his actions, and trying not to look like he’s running away when he runs away—but with Mara?
It is comfortable. For all that she’s touchy-feely, and laughs at the vendor, and continues to drag Ryan everywhere by the arm, she doesn’t seem to notice what everyone is clearly thinking when they look at the two of them, and she doesn’t pause to let Ryan examine it too closely either.
“You need to get presents,” she pushes at the market, and waggles her eyebrows. “What about your girlfriend?”
“I haven’t got a girlfriend.”