Tough as nails

/ Konstanze Baunach / 25 / Utopia /Dependent rp blog for hetopia

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If Konstanze had even an ounce of sense in her, perhaps she would have reconsidered her actions. However, the woman was an impulsive mess at times, and proceeded… quite aloof to the look on the other’s face. Once the shoe was on, she stood back up, glancing down the road.

“Right! My shop.” A grin. “I’m a mechanic! It’s just a few buildings down that way-“ She gestured over her shoulder as she spoke. “Nothing on here looks too serious… In fact, I’d say it’s pretty repairable.” Konstanze eyed the bike once more, running a hand through her hair. After a quiet grunt of affirmation, she crossed her arms, returning her attention to their conversation. “I think I wanna get a better look at it still, if you’re up for that. Shouldn’t take too long- Just a quick pit stop and I’ll send you back on your way.”

Why was she talking so much?

The blonde was extremely aware of how many words were spilling out of her, but couldn’t do anything about it. With a somewhat nervous chuckle, she finally bit her tongue, grinning at the woman.

Yes, the shop. Back to business; that, Agatha could do. She mentally shook herself off, her features schooled back into a slight smile as the woman spoke. She certainly spoke a lot , but the important words caught her attention.

Mechanic

Repairable

Quick

Well, that was all a big relief; having to fork out for a new bike and have half a day lost would have set her off kilter for the rest of the week.

“Thanks.” Came the simple reply. A pause, and, as almost an afterthought “Hate for it to be written off after all that - no idea what happened, there.”  

“Ach, accidents happen. If they didn’t, well... I guess I wouldn’t have much of a business.” Konstanze was clearly very pleased with herself, and her little joke, as evidenced by her now beaming face. “Anyway! We can head down there now, if you want. I don’t anticipate the shop being too busy... especially considering the owner is not present... So I can get you in right away.” She began to walk, but quickly stopped herself after just a few steps. 

“Oh, I don’t know how well the bike is gonna... yknow, wheel down there with the rim like that. Do you want some help walking it?”

A beat. 

“Not that I think you need help! I just--” Oh dear. She cleared her throat. “--wanted to make things less difficult?” 

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“Well I think I bruised my dignity, but..” 

Agatha had been in the midst of shooting her bike a very ugly look when the voice had caught her attention. She was, in fact, still glaring at it as she replied. Her hand were on her hips, eyebrows raised and lips pursed in a very disapproving manner. Yet the woman, she supposed, deserved her attention a tad more. 

The exposed sock had long since gone on the ground, so any undignified hop to protect it was unecessary. Something for which, once she turned to face the woman, Agatha was eternally grateful. 

The “but” had barely left her lips when their eyes met - or when Agatha’s eye’s met the woman’s forearm. Good Lord, she was strong, and tall to boot. She could probably lift Agatha like it was nothing.

Distantly, Agatha realised her mouth was still open. It was quick to snap shut, then produce a high pitched affirmation that she hoped added to her previous statement. 

A beat. 

Agatha cleared her throat, licking her lips so as to prolong her pause. “I’m fine.”

Konstanze placed two hands on her own hips, accidentally mirroring the woman. With a chuckle, she flashed a lazy grin. “Well, I’m no doctor, but I think dignity heals just fine.” 

Her eyes scanned over the bike now, assessing the damage. “Well… You’re certainly going to need that fixed… The front rim has a pretty bad dent in it now- Seems like the chains could be greased up a bit too. Maybe tighten a few bolts here and there, just to make sure it’s–” Konstanze stopped herself, eyes widening. “Ah! I, erm… Guess I got ahead of myself for a minute there.” Way to ramble.

With a sweeping look around the area, she spotted a shoe- Undoubtedly the missing mate that belonged to this poor bicyclist. Konstanze hurried to retrieve it, scooping the shoe up before making her way back to the bike. It traveled a surprising distance, she thought- Either this lady had an impressive kick, or she really flew off the bicycle. Kon assumed it was the former, considering there wasn’t anything visibly broken on her- The bike, however… was a different story, but she’d tackle that in a minute. 

She kneeled down, holding the shoe out so the woman could slide her foot in. “I’m sure your knees are pretty bruised up- Don’t want you making it worse, yknow.” Konstanze shrugged, still presenting the shoe. “Er.. if you want, I can take a look at your vehicle over here and see what can be done? My shop’s just down the street a little bit.”

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The amused smile at hearing the woman babble was repressed- unfortunately, her eyebrows shooting up were unrestrainable when she was offered up her own shoe.

What was this, Cinderella? When Arthur and their m- when she’d read those fairytales as a child, she’d normally pictured herself being the one to return a lost show to the pretty girl. Perhaps that should have been the first sign, in retrospect, but Agatha somehow couldn’t find it in herself to complain.

It was profoundly odd, completely unecessary. She could put her own shoes on just fine; she wasn’t a child and scraped knees weren’t going to debilitate her. 

“Please.” She spoke in reference to her bike, but her main focus was on putting her hand on the women’s shoulder (for balance, of course). Yes, she was still very muscular. So much so it was ridiculous, what business did she have being this jacked?

Quickly, she jammed her foot into her shoe, wiggling it a bit to try and fit it properly in. 

There, good. She had two shoes now.  “So, this shop of yours?”

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If Konstanze had even an ounce of sense in her, perhaps she would have reconsidered her actions. However, the woman was an impulsive mess at times, and proceeded... quite aloof to the look on the other’s face. Once the shoe was on, she stood back up, glancing down the road.

“Right! My shop.” A grin. “I’m a mechanic! It’s just a few buildings down that way-“ She gestured over her shoulder as she spoke. “Nothing on here looks too serious... In fact, I’d say it’s pretty repairable.” Konstanze eyed the bike once more, running a hand through her hair. After a quiet grunt of affirmation, she crossed her arms, returning her attention to their conversation. “I think I wanna get a better look at it still, if you’re up for that. Shouldn’t take too long- Just a quick pit stop and I’ll send you back on your way.”

Why was she talking so much?

The blonde was extremely aware of how many words were spilling out of her, but couldn’t do anything about it. With a somewhat nervous chuckle, she finally bit her tongue, grinning at the woman.

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

[beatchya]

Countach

[jurisprudnce]

seen in london

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“Well I think I bruised my dignity, but..” 

Agatha had been in the midst of shooting her bike a very ugly look when the voice had caught her attention. She was, in fact, still glaring at it as she replied. Her hand were on her hips, eyebrows raised and lips pursed in a very disapproving manner. Yet the woman, she supposed, deserved her attention a tad more. 

The exposed sock had long since gone on the ground, so any undignified hop to protect it was unecessary. Something for which, once she turned to face the woman, Agatha was eternally grateful. 

The “but” had barely left her lips when their eyes met - or when Agatha’s eye’s met the woman’s forearm. Good Lord, she was strong, and tall to boot. She could probably lift Agatha like it was nothing.

Distantly, Agatha realised her mouth was still open. It was quick to snap shut, then produce a high pitched affirmation that she hoped added to her previous statement. 

A beat. 

Agatha cleared her throat, licking her lips so as to prolong her pause. “I’m fine.”

Konstanze placed two hands on her own hips, accidentally mirroring the woman. With a chuckle, she flashed a lazy grin. “Well, I’m no doctor, but I think dignity heals just fine.” 

Her eyes scanned over the bike now, assessing the damage. “Well... You’re certainly going to need that fixed... The front rim has a pretty bad dent in it now- Seems like the chains could be greased up a bit too. Maybe tighten a few bolts here and there, just to make sure it’s--” Konstanze stopped herself, eyes widening. “Ah! I, erm... Guess I got ahead of myself for a minute there.” Way to ramble.

With a sweeping look around the area, she spotted a shoe- Undoubtedly the missing mate that belonged to this poor bicyclist. Konstanze hurried to retrieve it, scooping the shoe up before making her way back to the bike. It traveled a surprising distance, she thought- Either this lady had an impressive kick, or she really flew off the bicycle. Kon assumed it was the former, considering there wasn’t anything visibly broken on her- The bike, however... was a different story, but she’d tackle that in a minute. 

She kneeled down, holding the shoe out so the woman could slide her foot in. “I’m sure your knees are pretty bruised up- Don’t want you making it worse, yknow.” Konstanze shrugged, still presenting the shoe. “Er.. if you want, I can take a look at your vehicle over here and see what can be done? My shop’s just down the street a little bit.”

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Agatha could be rather bookish when the time called for it, and, generally, the bookish sort weren’t seen to mix with anything resembling exercise. Yet she continued to be one of many who betrayed that stereotype, for she quite enjoyed biking along the busy streets of Utopia’s capital.

It just so happened that a lot of the fun was sapped when you got your shoelace (unfastened, somehow) tangled in the chain. The inevitable fumble and abrupt breaking had her hudling over the handelbars with about as much grace as a beached octopus, having to resort to her hands and knees while she brought herself to a stop. 

“JeSus Christ-” Bike conntecting with her shin, she rolled onto her back, kicking off her shoe in a last ditched escape. 

Disgruntled, she stood up to survey the damage. 

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Konstanze enjoyed her job- Honestly, she did- But she often found herself closing the shop for a... well, extended lunch break so she could roam the city for a little while. The noise of the capital took a bit to get used to, but now the woman thought it to be an interesting accompaniment to her every day life. Strange how that worked. People there just led far more exciting lives than Konstanze could have ever imagined. It was on her walks that she often thought about this. 

In her thinking, Konstanze would become... a bit aloof as to what was happening around her. Perhaps spacing out while walking down busy sidewalks wasn’t her best move, but oh well. She had done very well to avoid smacking into anyone, and managed to keep her lucky streak going when she heard the unmistakable sound of metal hitting pavement. Sounds like something dented. The blonde snapped back to reality for a moment, just in time to see a woman picking herself up off the ground. She gently pushed past a few people, making her way over to the scene. “...Are you alright?”

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“Woah there — are you going to lift that on your own?”

The voice startled her, and she quickly swerved around to see the smaller woman standing on the sidewalk near her. Konstanze herself stood in front of a stack of worn tires, and was in the process of picking them up when she heard the other speak. “Ah! Hello- I, erm… didn’t think anyone was going to be around.” She let out a nervous chuckle. “But, uh, yes. I was just taking these into the shop- I’ll be with you in just a moment, let me just… take care of these first.”

With that, Konstanze proceeded to reach for the stack, lifting them into her arms after what seemed like one effortless motion. She disappeared into the two doors just a few feet away, but soon re-emerged. Now, her hands were free, save for a grease rag she used to wipe some sweat from her brow. She tucked the rag into the waistband of her pants, and ran a hand through her hair. “Alright, that’s taken care of- What can I help you with?”

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Lara takes about a good minute to close her mouth. This woman was, not only really tall, but also clearly very strong. This made her a bit nervous, but she did have to ask her the question she had. She was really seeing why she, as a pixie, was very intimated by Utopia as a whole. She rubs her cheek with her small, well, small in comparison palm. This woman had done quite a show of strength, most impressive.  

“Oh you’re really strong, I didn’t think anyone could lift that alone. I um.. I was here because you are supposed to be good with um.. With mechanical things. Is that so?” 

She was still thinking of running, but she’d come this far now, what would be the point in stopping and going back.

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Konstanze kept walking as she listened, eventually taking a seat behind the front desk. She did this more so she could be closer to the woman’s height, and less so because her legs were tired. This little pixie seemed... intimidated, perhaps? Kon couldn’t figure out what it was exactly, but maybe coming down to her height would help. “It wasn’t as heavy as you’d think.” She chuckled. “But yes, I guess I am good with mechanical things. I am a mechanic, so... I would hope that would be the case, anyway. What can I help you with?”

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"Uh... hello," Josephine stared at the woman before her, eyes wide and glittering as her hands fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

Even though she had just installed a little bell on the corner of the door frame, Konstanze still had a bad habit of tuning out everything else while she was working. Thus, when the woman behind her spoke up, she jumped a little bit, not entirely realizing someone had entered the shop.

She spun around to face the stranger, initally looking far too high up to actually face her. Kosntanze, covered in grease smudges and whatnot, grinned through the fantastic mess she had coated herself in. “Ah! Hello! I, erm… sorry.” A chuckle. “I didn’t hear anyone come in. What can I do for you?”

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…The time?

Konstanze blinked, unsure of the time herself. “It’s uh…” Hm. This was certainly a predicament now wasn’t it? She wasn’t one to wear a watch, so that was out of the question. “I guess I’ve been so preoccupied that I lost track of the time.” Placing two hands on her hips, she chuckled, and turned her head towards the wall clock on the other side of the shop. She squinted, thinking for a moment. “Yep. It’s been a few hours since I’ve started this… Ah! Anyway, it’s about three o’clock, if that’s what you’re asking.”

No, it’s flirt o’clock- 

Okay, Josephine, shut up. 

“Oh, well, thank you!” She chirped, resting her elbows on the counter, chin in her palms, “I’ve got time to kill, mind if I… stick around for a little bit, ma Cherie?” 

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“Oh! Uh... if you’d like! I have no problem with that.” Konstanze rubbed the back of her neck. “You might be a little bored here though- There... isn’t much to do. I’m going to continue working, but I guess you can... watch?” She gave a sheepish grin. “I don’t really know how to entertain a guest, sorry-” And with that, the woman slid back under a car, and began tinkering around. A few moments later, she popped her head back out to speak. “Ah, but why don’t you tell me about yourself, since you’re here ‘n all?”

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"Oh!--goodness, do you need some help carrying that?" Erika was familiar with stubborn people who refused help, but she was prepared to give a hand anyway, even if it meant being a little forceful.

Konstanze looked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. Did she... know this woman? Hm. No. She seemed awfully nice and all, offering help to a stranger. Why did she ask anyway? What would she assume Kon needed help wi-- Oh. Right.

In her arms, the taller blonde carried an impressive stack of boxes that looked to be packed with all sorts of things- Tools, rags, and other assorted items. The impressive part wasn’t necessarily that Konstanze was lifting the stack, but rather that she had managed to pile the boxes as high as she did without dropping any yet. It was heavy, yes, but not heavy enough to cause any trouble for her. She made it a few more steps, and sat the boxes down so they were out of the way. “Ah- I think I’ve got it.” She flashed a grin. Konstanze placed two hands on her hips, looking... well, down, at the other. “But! If you really want to help... there were a few more boxes back there that I didn’t dare add to the tower I was carrying- You would save me a trip if you can pick em up.” 

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"Uh... hello," Josephine stared at the woman before her, eyes wide and glittering as her hands fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

Even though she had just installed a little bell on the corner of the door frame, Konstanze still had a bad habit of tuning out everything else while she was working. Thus, when the woman behind her spoke up, she jumped a little bit, not entirely realizing someone had entered the shop.

She spun around to face the stranger, initally looking far too high up to actually face her. Kosntanze, covered in grease smudges and whatnot, grinned through the fantastic mess she had coated herself in. “Ah! Hello! I, erm… sorry.” A chuckle. “I didn’t hear anyone come in. What can I do for you?”

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Yes, yes… hello~ Wait, what? What was she asked? 

Oh, well it wasn’t what she could do for her, Josephine thought, impishly, only to shake herself into sense again. 

“Uhuhhh? Well,” oh no, think of something, Josephine, quick! 

“I need… the time?” 

She quickly pulled her sleeve down to cover her watch, “yes, the time. Do you know what time it is?” 

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...The time?

Konstanze blinked, unsure of the time herself. “It’s uh...” Hm. This was certainly a predicament now wasn’t it? She wasn’t one to wear a watch, so that was out of the question. “I guess I’ve been so preoccupied that I lost track of the time.” Placing two hands on her hips, she chuckled, and turned her head towards the wall clock on the other side of the shop. She squinted, thinking for a moment. “Yep. It’s been a few hours since I’ve started this... Ah! Anyway, it’s about three o’clock, if that’s what you’re asking.”

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"Uh... hello," Josephine stared at the woman before her, eyes wide and glittering as her hands fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

Even though she had just installed a little bell on the corner of the door frame, Konstanze still had a bad habit of tuning out everything else while she was working. Thus, when the woman behind her spoke up, she jumped a little bit, not entirely realizing someone had entered the shop.

She spun around to face the stranger, initally looking far too high up to actually face her. Kosntanze, covered in grease smudges and whatnot, grinned through the fantastic mess she had coated herself in. “Ah! Hello! I, erm... sorry.” A chuckle. “I didn’t hear anyone come in. What can I do for you?”

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“Woah there — are you going to lift that on your own?”

The voice startled her, and she quickly swerved around to see the smaller woman standing on the sidewalk near her. Konstanze herself stood in front of a stack of worn tires, and was in the process of picking them up when she heard the other speak. “Ah! Hello- I, erm... didn’t think anyone was going to be around.” She let out a nervous chuckle. “But, uh, yes. I was just taking these into the shop- I’ll be with you in just a moment, let me just... take care of these first.”

With that, Konstanze proceeded to reach for the stack, lifting them into her arms after what seemed like one effortless motion. She disappeared into the two doors just a few feet away, but soon re-emerged. Now, her hands were free, save for a grease rag she used to wipe some sweat from her brow. She tucked the rag into the waistband of her pants, and ran a hand through her hair. “Alright, that’s taken care of- What can I help you with?”

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“Oh, good!” Feliciano clapped his hands together with a bright smile. “Maybe you can help me then!”

“You see, I don’t visit here often, and I think I’m … a bit lost.” He laughed sheepishly. “I wasn’t going anywhere in particular, I just wanted to see the sights, but now I don’t really know where I am and my phone just won’t connect so I can’t look up directions…”‘

“So if you could point me to the main streets again, I’d really appreciate it!”

Konstanze blinked, listening intently to what he had to say.

“...A bit lost? I’d have to agree with you.” She chuckled, placing a hand on each hip. “But if you need directions, I think I can point you where you need to go. Let’s see...” There was a pause as she looked around. “Ah, here we go. Head down the street just a little further, and take a right when you pass the brick building- Then, follow the road another half mile or so and take the third left you come upon.” Konstanze leaned in a little, bringing her closer to his height. “When you see cafe, you’ve gone too far- Oh! But from here, and it does depend on which part of the main city you’re looking for, I’d actually take a different route! Maybe instead go...”

She paused, looking at the man in front of her.

“Ah-hah, actually, would you rather me just take you myself?”

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"You shouldn't be forced to stand, I'll move over for you."

Konstanze was... new to the whole public transport thing, despite her living in the city for a little while now. This was maybe her sixth or seventh ride, and so far, she always stood. The commute was short, and the woman was used to staying on her feet for extended periods of time- Especially since she usually travelled to and from work by foot. Train etiquette was still a little foreign, so when the man offered his seat, she... didn’t quite know how to react.

She stared at him for a moment, before shaking her head. “I’m fine. I don’t need to sit.” Her voice was flat and very direct, though perhaps unintentionally so.

[melamemea]

the kindness of strangers.

something to toy around with for those sweet, sweet first interactions ! neat and awkward ice breakers all around!

public transport

“ Is it okay if i — sit here? ”

“ Excuse me? Could you scoot over?

“ Hey — do you need to sit? You can have my seat”

“ You shouldn’t be forced to stand, I’ll move over for you ”

“ Are you traveling far ?”

“ Where are you heading? ”

“ I love the sound of trains, don’t you? ”

“ Oh, sorry…. My name is _____ ”

“ I have only see the sea from a window… ”

“ I’m fetching a snack, would you like me to bring you anything? ”

“ That baby is really annoying, isn’t it? ”

“ I’ve been here for… two – three hours? A few more to go. ”

“ Nothing beats the bus, trust me. ”

“ Did we — pass — Oh fuck. ”

“ Hey? We are at a stop now — are you getting off? ”

“ Hah… yeah you — fell asleep. ”

coffee house

“ I think we — switched orders ”

“ I’ll pay for you — don’t worry, I’ve forgotten my wallet too. ”

“ I’ve had coffee here… would you recommend something? ”

“ Do you need help with your tray? ”

“ Wow, hold — let me clean the table for you! ”

“ Is your name always spelt like KittyKittyNya or is Starbucks out to get you?”

grocery store

“ Let me help you with that —”

“ Could you help me for a second? ”

“ Sorry, did you want this? ”

“ Pardon, could you show me where the ____ is? ”

“ Quite tragic isn’t it? I mean — The news… ”

“ Do you ever wonder if out vegetables truly are organic? ”

“ Is it just me or have the prices gone up lately? ”

“ Sorry but… you wouldn’t happen to know how to cook ____ ?”

“ No way… you like those too? ”

“ Oh no — No no no, I am so — so sorry!”

“ You took my cart my accident! ”

“ Wait — this isn’t my cart is it —- Oh my god, I am so sorry!”

the gym

“Woah there — are you going to lift that on your own?”

“Would you like some help with that?”

“Hey, my partner is out — could you be my support?”

“How long have you been working out?”

“Want to work out together? I could use some company.”

“You are doing it wrong — let me show you.”

“Shit — are you okay? That looked painful!”

“Wow, this is… really awkward, but could I borrow some soap?”

“Is this your bag? I found it last week?”

“Did I just — ? Oh shit, I thought it was my water bottle; sorry!”

stood up date

“Hey… are you okay?”

“What? They stood you up?”

“I can’t let you sit on your own; let me wait with you?”

“Wanna ditch this place and take a walk with me?”

“Would you like me to call you a cab? or call… someone?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to — pity me.”

“Hey… are you — crying? What happened?”

“It’s fine, I’m… waiting for someone.”

“I’m still waiting — they are just… a little late!”