Joel was walking towards the Tiosy Bison one evening. It was raining a lot more than usual, so the streets were muddy. He rubbed his hands to get warm when he saw you.

You were near a house, one of the new ones that Tommy wanted to finish quick and make accessible. Joel had helped make a ramp for a wheelchair and made everything in level for someone who might use a wheelchair. But he hadn't actually seen who was occupying it.

"Shit." You muttered as the wheelchair wheels got stuck on mud.

Joel looked around. It was pretty empty by now. Most people inside their homes or getting a drink at the Tipsy Bison. He crossed the street and walked towards you.

"Need a hand?" Joel offered quietly.