“Good lord, you alright, miss?” A young man bent down to help you up from the ground. Just a few seconds earlier, your show had caught a high crevice in the concrete, it quite literally caused you to fall for the guy who now assisted you to stand back up.

His blue eyes widened, your face almost level with his. You noticed his breath hitch. “Oh- I-“ He gave you a toothy grin. “You’re a doll.” He mumbled. Hand in yours before he straightened and paused. Maybe shocked with this own reaction. He blinked and shook his head. “Uh- are you alright? No scrapes or burns? No nothing? I could carry you-“ The stranger’s voice faltered when you let out a laugh, he chuckled with you. “Haha, uh, why are we laughing?” Genuinely, he asked. His smile never leaving.