Aug 4, 2015
blverose
“Uh... Excuse me!”
With one hand, he held out a piece of paper towards the stranger; the other hand was busy rubbing the back of his own neck as a sheepish laugh escaped him.
“I think you might’ve dropped this?” He hadn’t looked at it; it wasn’t his to read, but he’d seen it fall from the other’s belongings, so at least he knew he was on the right track. “It fell, and I--well, I wanted to give it back to you. In case it was something important, right?”
