MEME || [ accepting ] @peacefulapostle
She’s stuck, truly, stuck. It’s the first time she’s gotten herself into such a predicament since moving to Hope County and she’s more than a little embarrassed. Calling any of her coworkers for help is going to open the door for a slew of teasing for months to come and she really doesn’t want to give them anything else to hold over her head. So she stands beside her jeep, bags of groceries at her feet and hands on her hips as she contemplates the best way to get into her car where the keys are locked inside. The run back to her house would take hours and her food wouldn’t last the trip. The approaching snowstorm isn’t exactly promising either.
“I’m going to have to call someone.” She mumbles to herself, running one hand through her hair in defeat before reaching into her back pocket for her phone –
Which isn’t there.
Creed leans closer to the driver’s side window, cupping her hands so she can peer into her car and yep, there’s her phone, sitting on the passenger seat. She sighs heavily and her shoulders sink with the motion. Slowly, she turns around, leaning back against the door with her arms folded in front of her stomach. The grocery store probably had a landline but she didn’t have anyone’s number memorized, except the Sheriff’s and she really didn’t want to call her boss only a few months into her new job as a junior deputy.
A few minutes pass with her contemplating her options before someone clears their throat. Her head snaps up eyes darting over towards a man that was looking at her. Despite him making obvious eye contact with her, she glances around, as though she was expecting someone else to be behind her that he meant to catch the attention of.
“Do you need help?” He asks, and he has a voice for radio, a trait that Creed learned came naturally to some people and not so to others. She bites down on the inner corner of her mouth, glancing down at the bags piled at her feet and then back up to him.
“Sort of?” She’s hesitant to put herself at a disadvantage, but the stranger lifts one eyebrow and calls her bluff without so much as saying a single word which has her shrugging, “Yes.” She admits, tapping at the handle behind her, “I locked myself out. I’ve got a spare key back at my place but that’s about twenty minutes that way.” She points towards the northwest.
Without needing to be asked he walks over and picks up a few of the bags, “I can give you a ride to get them.”
Creed blinks, dumbfounded by the generosity from a stranger and tilts her head, obviously confused. “You don’t even know me.”
He pauses on the walk back to his vehicle and gazes over his shoulder at her, waiting. She grabs the remaining bags before jogging to catch up to him. “Is this a small town thing or a you thing?” Another bemused glance at her and she lifts her hands in a surrender gesture as best she can given she’s got two arm full’s of food, “Not that I’m complaining, I’m just...Confused.”