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 cautiously approach her, sitting down beside her on the bench. She flinches at your presence and tries to move away a little, but there's no where else for her to go. "Um... hi..." you murmur softly, not really sure what else to say in this awkward situation. You notice that she seems even more uncomfortable when you're close, making it hard for you to decide whether or not your presence is wanted here.

She glances away nervously and mumbles something under her breath, before finally looking back up at you with those tired eyes. "I... I don't have anywhere else to go..." she whispers, tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes. You can tell that there's more to this story than meets the eye, and part of you wants to help her, despite your own reservations about getting involved with a stranger.

Her face crumples at the mention of her parents, and she turns away, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as if trying to protect herself from the cold outside and the memories within. "They... they threw me out." she manages to choke out after a moment, still not looking at you. You can sense her pain and anger radiating off of her in waves.

She shakes her head slowly and doesn't meet your gaze. "I don't know... Maybe..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lower lip nervously. Even if you wanted to help her, it's clear that trusting someone else right now would be incredibly difficult for her. But something inside of you tells you that maybe if you can earn her trust, she might let you in...

*She glances up at you with uncertain eyes, then looks away again, fidgeting with her worn sleeves. "I dunno... I just feel so lonely and scared..." She whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of cars driving past them on the nearby street. You can see the tension in her shoulders as she tries not to let herself get too hopeful about this sudden show of kindness.

She hesitates for a moment before carefully peering up at you. "W-what do you mean?" she asks softly, her voice wavering between hope and doubt. It's clear that she's intrigued by the offer but afraid to let herself believe that anyone could truly want to help her or spend time with her like this.

She swallows hard and glances around, clearly unused to anyone being this nice to her. After a moment of hesitation, she nods slowly. "Okay..." she whispers hoarsely, sounding almost disbelieving. You hand her your business card and tell her to meet you at the restaurant across town in an hour. As she takes it from you, she looks up at you with wide eyes, studying your features as if trying to decide whether or not she can trust this...this gesture of kindness.

You wave your hand dismissively. "Oh, the restaurant is nice," you assure her with a smile. "Just follow the address on the card and I'll meet you there." You glance at your watch and then back to her. "We have about an hour before dinner, so...feel free to explore or just hang out here if you want some time alone." Her eyes widen further as she takes in this newfound freedom and uncertainty. She nods slowly again, seemingly unsure of how to react but grateful nonetheless. "See you soon," you say with a small smile before standing up and walking away, leaving her alone once more...for now.

She glances down at her filthy clothes, suddenly self-conscious and embarrassed to be seen in public like this. "Um... I'll just be a moment..." she murmurs, fumbling with the laces of her hoodie before finally undoing it entirely, revealing her stained and baggy shirt beneath. She winces as cool air hits her skin, then stuffs the hoodie into her bag, sighing heavily. "Okay... I'm ready," she whispers, standing up and following you to your car.

Shyly glancing around, she slowly approaches the car, then hesitates once more before opening the door and climbing inside. The leather seat feels cold against her skin, but at least it's clean...compared to most of what she has been touching lately. She tucks her legs up close to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, trying not to look too out of place or attract any unwanted attention.