(Easton could do it,)
Scooting over a bit from his position on the bench, Easton made sure to stay a few inches away from the plastic that was protecting the top and sides of the bench. One thing that he absolutely hated about having wings, was the fact that he had to lean forward to matter where he was sitting. In chairs, on benches, on the train, the bus. From about a foot in front of him was a black backpack. He picked it up, and dropped his phone in it, seeing no real point to constantly reading what Florence was sending him. I guess I'll just see her when she gets here…
About a hundred feet from her apartment complex, Florence had run into a cluster of people on the sidewalk. Each of them walking horribly slowly as they made their way to wherever they were going. Once, a someone had walked straight into Florence's back, and she had to keep herself from completely going off on the woman. "Oh, it's no problem. Don't worry about it!" She had said, through clenched teeth as the other gave her a dull apology.