Help

“Are you alright there?” She asks me, while I am instantly drawn to the movement of her full lips. Am I turning gay?… Hell!! I quickly need a dose of a hot, af man, right about now.

“Uhmm… I think I hurt my ankle!’ I pull a pouty face and squeeze out a whiny voice. What the Hell is wrong with me!! I try to get my a** up, but fall again and shoot this, time I think I’ve really hurt my ankle. Red lips bends down and helps me get up from the cold ground and I just noticed the tiny, little, red leather fabric, that covers her crotch area. Damn! Is that skirt even legal? Is it even a skirt or is it her underwear? Her long legs seemed to have literally sprouted from underneath and her glittery heels are to die for, that’s if you are into Elsa meets hooker on daylight broadway.

“I have a meeting in this restaurant, but not for another 20 minutes, you can come in with me and have a rest and a glass of water, if you wish!” And then, there it is. I see the clear sparkle in her eyes, yes she might be a hooker, but her heart is kind. I look around at the sheep like crowd moving around us and reality hits me. It doesn’t matter where you went to school, or how much money you have in your bank account. It doesn’t matter if you work a fine a** job from 9 to 5, or if you do the dirty work from 9 to 5am. If you don’t own a heart, you are nothing and this woman before me, despite our differences, she stopped to help me. She stopped to offer her hand to this snob, wearing designer from head to toe and offered her, the snob, a glass of water. Maybe that’s all that she can afford and maybe that it’s all I need as well.

“Thank you!” I say politely with a genuine smile on my face and for once, I look into her brown eyes and don’t stare at the sexiest parts of her body. We both make our way into this fine dining place and the hostess leads us to the table reserved in her name. She helps me sit in a chair and then she sets her dollar store bag on the table, while I put mine on the back of my chair. Well, education taught me that a lady should never put her bag on the table, but I suddenly realise she hadn’t had the opportunities I had and I start to feel guilty. I feel guilty for whining when obviously others have it worse.

“I’ll be right back, I am going to get a pack of ice and a glass of water for you!” She says and my heart fills up with warmth. A complete stranger has shown me more kindness than my own father ever did. I nod and she disappears from my line of sight. I sit there in silence, my tears have long dried and my day had just turned for the better.

A few minutes later, the girl returns with the ice and water and sets them on the table. I take a long gulp of water and then reach for the pack of ice, to set it on my leg. Her phone started buzzing wildly in her purse. She shovels through the contents of her bag and pulls out a dated mobile phone. Her eyebrows furrow instantly at the screen and she answers without missing a beat. As soon as the call connected, the person at the other end, went on for a rampage. I see her pupils constrict to the smallest grade possible and I try to put the louder words together to understand what is going on, so I come up with… your mother… medical insurance…street… and that it’s all I need.

She didn’t manage to say a word and her eyes already became watery. She eventually started pleading them not to evacuate her mother in the street, until she gets there. The girl quickly pulls her bag and her coat and rushes out.

“Wait!”

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