[Once they get the rail in place she's left standing at the base of it, squinting upward. A glance is spared toward the bike and it suddenly looks as heavy as it must actually be, and it seems far from the zippy little rocket they weave in and out of traffic in. His leg is hurt, but even so, there's no denying he's at least twice as strong as she is.
That leads her to hesitating, and he can probably see her thinking it over.]
I want to try.
[It's the simple truth. She desperately wants to prove to herself that she can do it. So she puts on a confident face and dusts her hands off on her shorts.]
So let's give it a try. I might be able to do it!
[The optimism gives her motivation to go over to the bike and get the kickstand up so she can walk it over. But gosh, it seems so much heavier with the saddlebags full of stuff. Still, she can do it. She can do this. It'll be fine.
The look on her face as she stands at the base of their ramp is hesitant though. Knowing she's not strong enough and knowing she's going to try anyway is leaving her feeling something funny she can't put a label on.
Pride? Maybe it's pride.
There's no time to think on it, because she takes in a breath and grits her teeth as she stays at the handlebars and starts making her way up the ramp. As soon as Johnnie can get his hands on it, she's sliding down to the back to push with all her tiny might.]
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That leads her to hesitating, and he can probably see her thinking it over.]
I want to try.
[It's the simple truth. She desperately wants to prove to herself that she can do it. So she puts on a confident face and dusts her hands off on her shorts.]
So let's give it a try. I might be able to do it!
[The optimism gives her motivation to go over to the bike and get the kickstand up so she can walk it over. But gosh, it seems so much heavier with the saddlebags full of stuff. Still, she can do it. She can do this. It'll be fine.
The look on her face as she stands at the base of their ramp is hesitant though. Knowing she's not strong enough and knowing she's going to try anyway is leaving her feeling something funny she can't put a label on.
Pride? Maybe it's pride.
There's no time to think on it, because she takes in a breath and grits her teeth as she stays at the handlebars and starts making her way up the ramp. As soon as Johnnie can get his hands on it, she's sliding down to the back to push with all her tiny might.]