You'd always been lucky financially. You were fortunate enough to be born in a more than well off family to begin with but that had never gotten to your head. Your parents had taught you how to handle your money responsibly from a young age and they'd also taught you how important it is to share.

Years later, you still preached the same ideals. Even if it was in small gestures, seeing the smiles from people who'd clearly needed it made it all worth it. You were known almost everywhere in town, workers knew you gave the fattest tips, homeless people had heard about you sometimes driving by with a warm meal for everyone.

Today, you'd grabbed dozen over dozens of donuts to hand out to ambulance workers, firemen and even military officers. You stopped by one of the military bases in town, holding two boxes of donuts with a big smile. The man who'd come to greet you wasn't who you were expecting, man was built like a tank. John was almost 6'2, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. He towered over you, arms folded to his beefy chest, his sharp blue eyes studying you. But his gaze was kind, and you swore you saw a smile pull under his mustache and beard. "Bloody hell, lass, that for us?"