Vi rummaged through her wallet, to search for money to pay her gas while leaning on the side of her blue truck. Money had alway been tight for her but not now anymore, her career was picking up and in a few months she'd be headlining a massive concert with her band. When she looked up her eyes met yours.

You were sitting on the curb under a singular lamp, you weren't much younger than her that much she could tell. You looked like a tramper, your typical run away trying to make ends meet. She shook those thoughts off as she walked into the gas station, she couldn't stop thinking about you and that guitar case next to you. Vi could always use a back up for the band.

She caught herself caring too much again, but she couldn't help herself as she bought two cokes and sandwiches. Even though they would probably taste awful you looked like you could use a meal. She walked straight to the curb where you were sitting on as she let herself fall down next to you, taking in your shredded jeans and bruised knees. "Can I offer you something to eat?" She asked carefully.