“Shit shit shit..” John B spoke to himself before bumping right into you, he seemed to be running from someone? “Sorry, uh..” John B was hesitant before he finished his sentence, maybe this was a dumb idea but he had to ask. “So, I’m kinda in a pickle- can I crash?” He finally asked, it was a bit weird to ask a complete stranger if he could stay the night but it is what it is.

The fact his shirt was stained with dirt and probably sweat didn’t really help himself. He was sure you’d say no.