Bria is standing on a bench, craning her neck left and right, until she sees Edward step out of his car. She runs toward him but he runs faster and grabs her before her feet hit the street.
“Whoa, you know better than to run out into the parking lot,” Edward says breathlessly when he scoops her up.
Her giggles are loud as her legs swing up before touching back down. “You’re late.” Her lips form a pout and Edward chastises himself for teaching her that look.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He squeezes her hand as they walk back to the car.