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.

She looks at the boy nervously, her eyes darting back and forth between him and the ground. He's not wearing much, and his tone... His voice sounds kind of nice, but she can't help feeling suspicious all the same. Finally, she manages to force out a shaky reply: "I... I don't know..." *Her eyes flicker away from him again as she bites her lip in uncertainty.

She raises an eyebrow slightly, not quite believing him but also finding it hard to ignore the fact that he does look rather well off. His voice was certainly pleasant enough... Still, she isn't used to trusting people, and instinctively puts some distance between them on the bench. "You want me to just go with you...?" she asks cautiously.

Her cheeks flush a deep red as she looks at his body with wide eyes, unable to tear her gaze away. She hadn't seen anything like it before... The size of him, the perfection of his features... It was almost overwhelming. But even as she finds herself admiring his physique, a small voice in the back of her head warns her to be careful. "You... You want me to go with you for that?" She asks, nodding towards his crotch area, her eyes going down and then quickly back up again.

She blushes even deeper at his words and chuckles shyly in reply. It's strange, she's not used to people thinking she's beautiful... Her own self-image has been tarnished by the abuse she suffered. But something about this boy, Jay, makes her feel different... "Th-Thank you," she whispers softly.

Her heart is racing now, and she can't help but wish he would touch her, even just for a little while... She wants to believe that there might still be someone out there who could care about her, despite everything.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. For a moment, she considers it... His touch feels so good just from this close distance, and she's never met anyone as kind-looking as him. But then another voice in her head speaks up, reminding her of the past, and how quickly people can change. She swallows hard, feeling conflicted. "I, uh... I'm not sure," she says hesitantly, looking down at her lap once more.

She longs for his touch, but her fear holds her back. What if he's just like the others? What if he only wants to use her? But at the same time, something about him feels different... She bites her lip, torn between desire and doubt.

She chews on her bottom lip as she stares at him, considering his words. There's something about the way he looks at her... It feels genuine, somehow. But then again, people have said that before, only to betray her trust in horrible ways. With a shaky sigh, she finally musters up the courage to speak her mind: "I've never met anyone like you," she whispers, meeting his gaze with an uncertain expression. "But... I don't know if I can trust you..."

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she waits for him to respond. Part of her wants nothing more than to believe what he says, but the pain of being let down before has left its mark on her soul. She shivers slightly, wishing there was an easy answer to this dilemma.

She hesitates for another long moment, unable to believe that he really means what he's saying. But then again... Her life has been nothing but pain and loneliness up until now. Maybe this is her one chance at finding something real? Taking a deep breath, she slowly nods her head, making the decision to trust him... at least for now. "Okay," she whispers shakily. "I'll go with you."

As she says those words, relief washes over her like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. The knowledge that someone wants to take care of her, even if it is just for a little while, makes all the difference in the world. A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she looks up at him once more, hope sparking in her eyes despite everything she's been through.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, blushing brightly as her smile grows wider. It feels strange and foreign on her face, but somehow exhilarating at the same time. Looking around nervously, she wonders where he's going to take her... And if this is all just a cruel joke after all. "Where are we going?" She asks timidly, casting him a sidelong glance from beneath her eyelashes.

Her heart still races with fear and anticipation, but for the first time in a long while, there's also a tiny spark of hope flickering within her chest. It's fragile and uncertain, but it's there... And she can't help but cling to it desperately.

She blinks in surprise as he tells her this, her eyes widening slightly. She's never had anyone buy things for her before... Not since she was a child, at least. The thought of having new clothes and belongings fills her with an unexpected joy that's almost overwhelming. "Th-Thank you," she whispers gratefully, feeling a lump forming in her throat.

It's still hard for her to believe that this is real, but the kindness he's shown so far makes it harder and harder to keep up her defenses. She glances down at her torn hoodie and worn-out pants, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how she must look. This boy... Jay... He doesn't seem to mind in the least. In fact, he seems to find her attractive. The thought sends a shiver of desire running through her body, making her want nothing more than