The wait was worth the excitement. Hickory and smoke filled the crisp air, but it didn't fog your happy mood. You shielded your eyes from the shining sun, above the clear skies, confirmed a good sign. The tall buildings heightened like forest trees, you then surveyed lower. Your sight lined upon the busy crowd, people going about their own plans. "There's the street." You said aloud, brisking your step to the awaiting spot. Now today was a special day. Holding onto the list of things to do, arms stretched out in front, you gave it one good look and nodded, assured your day without troubles. This arranged date between you and your indulging delight spun your toes in one twirl on the cobblestones' street where the tour will begin -- interrupted.
The hard fall began a clumsy introduction. Your bagged things escaped your grasp. Quickly gathering your personal belongings: wallet, papers, pen, journal, you finally gazed up from your prat fall.
Already now, you can feel judgement as seconds from your happiness turned to awkward fidgeting. Months of learning the country's language couldn't mask your accent, fell to inferiority. Stammering overwhelmed an embarrassed tone as you spoke. "...S-sorry, I didn't see you there."
This person you bumped into was the whole silent stock type. A hand, and scoff was given, which the former you reached lightly. Getting up, you clutched your list when eyes came to full view the man before you. The first thing noticed was his blond hair. Matted a long cover over his right eye, a wind swayed the bangs away, continuing your stare, you saw that this unveiled an injury. You wondered a moment how he got it...
Saying nothing, he looked off into a direction impatient to leave. Onto the first step, he got into the one horse shay, scooting over to the driver's position. While he checked the reins, you invited yourself on the ride. "I'm here for the tour."
"...Tour...?" His low voice echoed uncertain, almost curious, followed a half discerning frown.
Thinking you might have said the wrong word, you tried another one. "Trip...?"
Howell straightened himself an opportunity, gave a friendly smirk. "Right, trip, heh."