His Name Was Ryan...
(From a Prompt that goes like - "I have to say... I did not expect you to do that.").
"Well if I didn't, who else would have kicked his ass??" He questions, as his jacket hangs from his two fingers, draping his jacket down his back.
"I... I actually don't know..." I reply. " I guess... it just really surprised me that you got out of your way to come and save me... " I add.
"Like I said, if I didn't, who else would?" He replied through a smile.
I giggle at his logic. He is right tho... Maybe... But I am glad that is was he who saved me...
I look up at him, just to see a bruise taking place in his left cheek. "Does it hurt?" I ask.
He looks down at me. "The bruise? Let's just say I have dealt with much, much worse...".
Then silence descends upon us.
"Thank you for asking... Shows that you care," he adds, breaking the short lived silence.
I furrow my brows at his rediculous statement. "Of course... I guess I just like to care for people..." I begin. "Sadly... At times, it is taken for granted..." I add.
"Yeah... That's always the problem about being too nice..." He responds.
"Sadly..." I agree with him.
Once again... Silence.
"But if you know that... Then why are you so nice?" He asks me.
I think it is safe to say that I am surprised by his...
"Well if I didn't, who else would have kicked his ass??" He questions, as his jacket hangs from his two fingers, draping his jacket down his back.
"I... I actually don't know..." I reply. " I guess... it just really surprised me that you got out of your way to come and save me... " I add.
"Like I said, if I didn't, who else would?" He replied through a smile.
I giggle at his logic. He is right tho... Maybe... But I am glad that is was he who saved me...
I look up at him, just to see a bruise taking place in his left cheek. "Does it hurt?" I ask.
He looks down at me. "The bruise? Let's just say I have dealt with much, much worse...".
Then silence descends upon us.
"Thank you for asking... Shows that you care," he adds, breaking the short lived silence.
I furrow my brows at his rediculous statement. "Of course... I guess I just like to care for people..." I begin. "Sadly... At times, it is taken for granted..." I add.
"Yeah... That's always the problem about being too nice..." He responds.
"Sadly..." I agree with him.
Once again... Silence.
"But if you know that... Then why are you so nice?" He asks me.
I think it is safe to say that I am surprised by his...