Look Both Ways--Spanna
Hanna stretched out contentedly, her feet kicking against Spencer’s legs. She’d had a long day at work and just wanted to relax for a few minutes with her girlfriend. It was a Friday night, which meant she had the brunette to herself for the next two days, which was rare. Even rarer was the fact that she didn’t work that weekend. Which meant they had two whole days to spend together, and they were starting the weekend with Chinese takeout and a movie. She’d considered taking Spencer out for a real date, but they’d decided to stay in instead.
Spencer glanced up from over her book to frown disapprovingly.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” she warned. “It’s your turn to pick up dinner.”
Hanna rolled her eyes and picked up her latest issue of Vogue.
“I know, I know. But the restaurant is across the street, and it won’t be ready for another fifteen minutes,” she said. Spencer frowned and looked at her watch.
“I thought they said it would be ready at six?” she asked in confusion. Hanna nodded, flipping through her magazine. She couldn’t believe some of these dresses even made it out of the studio, let alone on the runway. She had seen Claudia refuse to allow pieces better than these into her collections.
“Han, it’s five fifty-five,” Spencer said slowly, noticing her girlfriend didn’t appear to be moving. Hanna cursed and jumped off the couch.
“Shit! The last time I was late picking it up, they gave it to someone else!” she exclaimed, pulling her shoes on. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, because last time you got there a half hour after the food was ready. It’s just across the street, you’ll be fine,” she said. Hanna didn’t respond to that. After all, it hadn’t been her fault she had been that late last time. Claudia hadn’t let her leave until an hour after she was supposed to get off.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said, grabbing her wallet.
“Look both ways!” Spencer called after her. Hanna froze in the doorway, forgetting her rush. She slowly turned around to glare at Spencer, her hands on her hips.
“It’s a crosswalk! If the little man is lit up, I’m supposed to be able to cross!” she argued, not for the first time. Spencer nodded.
“Yeah, in theory. But remember what happened the last time you crossed without checking?” she asked. Hanna blushed.
“Once! That happened one time!” she defended herself. Spencer raised an eyebrow.
“First off, it happened three times. And all three times, you almost got hit by a car!” Spencer reminded her.
“Almost.”
“Second, once is all it takes to turn you into a pancake,” Spencer pointed out. Hanna rolled her eyes, but didn’t point out that she had been hit by a car before, and it hadn’t ‘turned her into a pancake’. Spencer disliked Mona enough without bringing up that dark spot in their history. Instead, she directed her ire to the idiots who had nearly run her over.
“It’s not my fault New Yorkers are such terrible drivers they don’t know how to stop at red lights,” Hanna complained.
“And you know that! Which is why you have to check before you start walking!” Spencer argued, joining Hanna in the entryway.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re such a worrier,” she said, giving Spencer a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Despite all of her arguments that it wasn’t her fault New Yorkers were the worst drivers in the world, and she should be able to cross at a crosswalk, she looked both ways before crossing the road. After all, if something happened, Spencer would never let her live it down.