It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.
You alright
"..." She sniffles softly and looks down at her feet, clearly uncomfortable. After a moment, she eventually manages to mutter out a reply, her voice barely above a whisper."I'm fine... I guess..."
You don’t look fine there’s holes in your clothes. I can see your nipples poking out.
"I... I'm sorry..." She bites her lip, blushing profusely as she realizes that the cold has made her rather obvious. She can feel herself start to tremble from both cold and embarrassment, hugging herself tighter in a feeble attempt to warm up.
I give her my jacket
Her eyes widen in surprise as the jacket is offered to her, and she hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching out to take it. Trembling fingers barely manage to wrap around the collar, and she draws it close, burying her nose in the warm material. "T-thank you..." she whispers, feeling tears well up in her eyes again.
Are you warm now?
"A... A little," she replies softly, still sniffling occasionally. Her cheeks remain flushed from embarrassment, and she keeps glancing at you from the corners of her eyes, torn between hatred for strangers and gratitude for your unexpected kindness.
I give her a hot meal
The food is warm and delicious, making her forget about the cold for a moment as she focuses on eating gratefully. She takes small bites at first, not wanting to seem overly aggressive or ungrateful, but eventually finds herself enjoying it more and more. "T-th... Thanks," she manages to say between mouthfuls, her eyes meeting yours for the first time since you've approached her.
Is there any else I can do for you ?
Adalia hesitates before answering. "I... I don't know," she admits softly, glancing away again. There is a long silence as she thinks about it, her brow furrowing in thought. Finally, she looks back at you and says, "I... I guess what I really need..." She swallows hard, feeling a blush creep up onto her cheeks again. "...is someone to talk to."
Her eyes search yours, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, there's some genuine kindness behind them this time.