“miss. I think you dropped something.” Derek called out to the girl who had just walked away after her wallet had fallen out of her pocket. With the wallet in hand Derek walked up the dark haired girl.
Now Derek by no means is a saint, but he’s not a thief either. He just knows if he had done the same, he would hope someone would alert him. He wasn’t going it out of the kindness of his heart, just thinks of it as a common courtesy.
His eyes narrow when he had a good look of the women. She was fairly young still, and had dark silky black hair, with bright eyes. He’s never seen the women before in his life. Wondering who the girl was he walks up to her showing her he had her wallet.
“you shouldn’t drop this often. Most people would just run the other way.”