Cosette felt her face burn slightly as she looked at her cramped tiny car, “I.. I think so?” she grimaced, wondering if she should let him get back to the barn work instead of helping her out. “Desolee. If you are still willing to help, I can pay for lunch?” She shrugged, not wanting to pressure him into helping.

Cosette felt her entire face heat up with slightly embarrassment at not understanding his joke, but she felt the corners of her lips turn higher as she laughed, feeling it in her chest. “Wow, how um… Uhhh. Er… Observant, am I?” She teased, feeling like that wasn’t exactly what she meant to say, but it still made sense. She cleared her throat to get herself under control and slid into the driver seat, buckling in and starting the little car up. “Oh? I mean, would it be strange if I said I’m not shocked?” She had met several other riders who ate big meals to fuel their energy, and if he was also keeping up with the chores inside the barn by himself, she had figured he’d need a lot of energy.

When he was sitting in the front seat, she pulled the car out of park and headed for the school, which only took two minutes. “Don’t worry, several of my friends back home have big appetites.” She smiled as she pulled into a parking spot that wasn’t too far from the door close to her room. “Shouldn’t take too long to put the boxes inside, what places are there to at around here, to um, eat?” she asked as she stepped out of her car.

Cosette didn’t overload herself with boxes, knowing she’d have to unlock the door for the two of them, but was intrigued by his suggestions, “Well… I guess any of those would work, I’ve never been to a Mexican or a Chinese restaurant.” She mumbled the last part a little quietly, feeling like it was embarrassing to admit that, but there weren’t too many of them in France. She left the trunk of her car open, knowing there wasn’t much to steal of there were thieves around, and headed for the door that would lead to the hallway of her classroom.

Cosette felt her face flush a little, “There aren’t too many of those restaurants in France,” And the few thy had weren’t any good. She easily found her classroom and juggled the box she carried to unlock the door. “Well, this is me,” She smiled softly as she pushed the door open and entered the dark room. After turning on the light and looking around, she could see the desks and chairs lining the empty walls and a desk pushed into one of the corners that she guessed was for hr. “After unloading we can go, I’ll just come back and decorate after.” She said as she placed the box she had brought in on her desk.

Cosette chuckled softly, though wondered how long she’d end up living in the states, it really depended on how long Henri. Part of her worried a little that he’d found a way to follow her here, but she was supposed to be informed if he should leave the country. “Good, it’s going to take awhile I think, to get it the way I like.” She took another look around before heading back out to her car. Unloading all the boxes only took twenty minutes, and left her room full of boxes, “I really did buy more than I thought.” She grimaced, but was also smiling, feeling a little excited about it.

“I’ll just have you help me carry all my new purchases,” Cosette teased, patting the box she had just put down before grabbing her phone and keys, “So, do you want to squeeze back into my car?” she asked with a slight grimace as she wondered if he really was squeezed too tightly in the seat, because easily fit in the little car.

Cosette laughed, her face heating up slightly, “Is it bad that I would be?” She wouldn’t ask him for help if she could easily handle it, she hated inconveniencing others when she didn’t need to. “I want to be nice and drive, but I’m guessing you know where the place is.” He’d have to give her directions, and she wasn’t comfortable driving around, even with directions. It had taken her two hours from the airport to the school because she’d gotten lost twice.

Cosette smiled softly when he said she was at least being honest, though she wasn’t being fully honest, but she’d keep that to herself for now. She sighed with a little bit of relief when he said he didn’t mind driving. “If you don’t mind, I hate to get us lost.” She chuckled, though knew it was a possibility.

“I think I can handle that.” Cosette smirked as she closed the trunk of her car and slid back into the driver’s side. She buckled in and started up the car and headed back down to the barn after he had gotten in. She parked by what she assumed was his truck, since it was the only one here at the time. “This you?” She teasingly asked, pointing to his trunk right next to her.

Cosette got out of the car when he did, looking over at how tall up his truck was, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to, but I’ll try.” She was sure she could use the step below and climb up, though she had a feeling she’d look a little silly doing it, but if it meant not getting lost, she was willing to look silly climbing into a truck.

Cosette felt a shiver run down her back when he opened the door and offered to help her. She watched and followed his directions as he showed her how to get in, putting her foot on the step and reaching out for the handle, but she miscalculated how far it was and missed it. She closed her eyes as she fell backwards, bracing for the moment of impact when she’d hit the ground, though she reached her hand out to try and stop herself by grabbing the door, inadvertently grabbing his arm instead.

When Cosette didn’t hit the ground, she opened her eyes and found herself in Silas’s arms. She felt her cheeks flush, mostly with embarrassment of falling, but also with how close she was suddenly to him. “Sorry, I took my eyes off for one second.” She made the excuse, hoping it was believable as she righted herself and tried once again. This time she made sure she put more effort into reaching for the handle, and was glad to find herself in the passenger seat this time.

“Nah, I’m not at all hurt,” Cosette said, though her face flushed with heat at the memory, “Well, maybe my ego.” She joked, feeling like that was pretty bruised because she fell. She shrugged when he apologized about how dusty the truck was, “Hard to keep dirt and dusty out.” It was the same when she went to competitions and the dirt from the arena and competing rings were tracked into the vehicle she’d been driving.