The other male seemed like he meant no harm, but the stress Rio was in right now she didn’t care. Everything ticked her off. She watched the brute take a seat out of the corner of her eye while she pretended to be concentrated on her wound. She paid very close attention to what he was doing without even looking at him. Then he offered her help. Rio froze inside herself. She could either be a bitter fool and reject his help, or she could lighten up and let him help her. She looked up at the male, and nodded. She still wasn’t smiling.
The brute introduced himself as Jazper. Now why does that sound strangely familiar? She wondered to herself, but with no prevail. She mumbled in response, ”Rio Marino from nowhere.” She wondered if he really was someone familiar to her, and would he recognize her name if he was? Jazper took out a small bag full of something that smelled good. Her nose began to react to the wonderful smells escaping from the cloth, but she didn’t want him to notice her interest in the food. When he pushed the bag toward her, she looked at it for a split second before looking away. Meeting strangers was awkward for her, and she needed some getting used to it.
The beautiful smells from inside the pouch were calling her name, and they forced her head to turn and look at the small pile of somethings inside their covering. She carefully placed her foot down, and reached to unveil the food stuff. She carefully took one of the sweetened items, and pushed the bag back to him slowly. ”Thank you.” Her voice was kinder now as she realized he was trying to make peace. She bit into the treat and it was like instant heaven in her mouth. Nothing she had ever tasted was quite like this, and it was even better than honey. Even better than drugs.
She smiled as she chewed, glad that he offered sudden heaven to her. When she finished the snack, she slowly got up. She gripped the banister of the porch, putting pressure on her good leg and trying to not let her wounded foot touch the ground. It would have to, though, because somehow she was going to walk to the beach.
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