#92drw

“Sure thing, glad to be of help.” A warm smile on the lad’s face presented itself to the stranger as Ace handed him the key to one of the studios, along with a receipt with the studio schedule he requested printed on it.. “My name’s Ace–I’m the owner of this place. Just call for me if you need assistance in there.”

it wasn’t her fault that she had slipped and scraped up her knee and yet she cursed herself for now sitting on the ground all helpless. until a strange voice approached her. you could use a hand. jamie hasn’t needed help from anyone in ages, and if she’d need help she’d ask for it. even though he’s just trying to be nice to her all he wants to do is flip him off and do it herself. it’s not like she can’t do that but she remembers her deceased father’s words of kindness. never reject a helping hand and never be afraid to extend one. all her life had she been taught kindness yet she became so bitter and angry at the world when he died. how can one death mess up a person so badly? anyways. jamie stares up at him, a stranger offering help and for once she allows herself to be helped. just this once. “mhm, it’s just a bleeding little wound. ain’t no big deal, kid.”