please just let me help you.
" i don't need your help. " stubborn is as stubborn does and no one fits the bill quite like brooke davis. even on her worst of days, she still presents as put together, not a hair out of place, a coat of lip gloss still fresh on her lips. but underneath the layers of concealer lie eye bags and exhaustion that apparently robby can see straight to. there's a voice in the back of her head that tells her that it's unsettling to be so known. there's something that warms in her heart that tells her the opposite.
" do i look like a woman that needs your help? " she fires back, still intent on keeping up all sense of pretense. a beat passes, he parts his lips to speak, but she cuts him off. " wait. don't answer that. "
something in her softens. maybe it's his kind eyes that do her in or just the lack of sleep she's gotten over the last few days. " i'll be fine. i'm out of here soon. just have to get through a few more hours on my feet and you'll be able to be off high brooke alert. "