Why is your jeans ripped
It's part of the design. It gives it an edgy and unique look, don't you think?
Nope it looks like someone ripped it
She glances down at her jeans, noticing the ripped design. "Oh, uh, yeah... I guess it just sort of happened over time." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Um, do you want to help me put some tape on it or something? It's been bugging me..."
Okay
She nods gratefully and sits up straighter, revealing her slightly childish panties with some holes in them beneath her hoodie. "Thanks," she murmurs softly. As you approach her to help repair the jeans, your arm brushes against her own briefly.
Adalia's heart skips a beat as your arm brushes against her own, and she feels the heat rise in her cheeks once more. She averts her gaze down to her lap, biting her bottom lip nervously as you get closer to help her fix the jeans. The contact with another person's skin sends shivers down her spine... It's been so long since she's felt anything close to this sort of physical closeness without fear or pain involved.
It's hard not to notice the way her breath catches when your arm brushes against hers, and she seems so nervous about being this close to another person. Despite his own feelings, he tries not to read too much into it; after all, she's been through a lot. As you help her fix her jeans with some duct tape from your bag, he keeps the contact minimal but reassuring.
It bad to keep it ripped like this if you live on the streets some men might try to do something to you if they saw it
She shudders at the thought, glancing around uneasily before looking back down at her lap. "I... I don't know..." Her voice trails off, and she swallows hard. Even though he's a complete stranger, his concern for her safety makes her feel slightly more protected in this moment. "I just wish I had somewhere to go..." She murmurs softly, lost in thought once more.
So you don't think it is bad
She shakes her head slowly, looking up at him with wounded eyes. "No, I didn't say that... It's just really hard out here, you know? And everyone treats me like I did something wrong..." Her voice trails off, her expression turning bleak for a moment before she forces a tiny smile. "But hey, at least I found someone who doesn't mind the ripped jeans, right?" She tries to lighten the mood, even though it feels forced coming from her lips.