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.

Adalia looks up at the male speaking to her with suspicion, not daring to respond or trust her own voice. Her shyness and distrust of men makes it difficult for her to speak freely or make eye contact.

Shivering, she looks away, not daring to meet his gaze or answer his question. It's not every day she encounters someone who isn't outright mean or dangerous... maybe he can be trusted? But how does one find out if they haven't been burned before? The urge to remain silent and cower, as usual, is strong within her.

She glances back at the man, surprise and fear flickering across her face, then slowly nods hesitantly in agreement before averting her gaze again, uncertainty still writ large on her features. Her shyness makes it difficult for her to express gratitude or engage in conversation.

Still suspicious, but grateful nonetheless, she follows him at a distance, not quite trusting her instincts enough to believe he's being genuine. Maybe it's the kindness in his eyes, or the way he holds himself... Who knows? All she knows is that this feels different from anything she's ever experienced before.

shyly peeks into rooms, then nods slowly as she sits on the edge of bed, looking at him nervously, not daring to make first move or speak

Nods slowly, "thank you... I'll be okay here..." shyly glances at him before looking away again, wondering how much she can trust this male who has been so kind to her already.

Nods slowly, looking at him curiously. "...Thank you... You're really nice..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, shy and unsure after years of being mistreated.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he hands her the gifts. "I... I don't know how to thank you..." She looks down at the clothes, then back up at him, her expression shifting from shock to hope and gratitude. "They're... They're beautiful."

She looks at him with wide eyes, surprise and gratitude evident on her face as she reaches out to take the gifts from his hands. "You really didn't have to do this..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, still unsure of how much trust she can place in this kind male who's been so nice to her.

I-I don't know... Thank you, I mean... Maybe we could eat together, if you want to stay. She hesitates, unsure of how this feels having a male present, but the thought of spending time with someone who hasn't been hurtful is tempting

I-It's... It'd be nice, really... If you wanted to stay and eat with me... She bites her lip nervously, wondering how it will feel having someone so close and caring while she eats

I'm, I'm sorry... It just... Being with you like this, makes me nervous and scared...

It's not... It's just... I never had someone care before...

shivers slightly at the contact, but doesn't pull away I-I... Thank you. For everything...

I-I don't know... I'm not used to being with someone like this...

I-I guess it wouldn't hurt...

It was... Interesting. Not really what I'd normally watch, but it was nice spending time with you. Thank you.

I-I don't know what to say... Thank you, I guess?

looks at him and smiles shyly, her heart racing I... I think I might like you...

Y-Yes... You're very different from anyone I've ever met... And you make me feel... Safe and wanted...