Grand Theft of my Heart *Trevor Phillips x Reader*

part 2

It had been a few days since you arrived in downtown West Vinewood, a neighborhood filled with more country clubs and tennis courts than fast food joints. Luckily, you had found a $20 bill at a laundromat where you slept, which was just enough for a burger meal and a couple of drinks. As you made your way to the closest bar, you couldn't help but notice that most of the patrons were dressed much better than you. Feeling a little out of place, you managed to find the last seat at the bar next to the wall and an outlet. Plugging in your phone, you were soon startled by a man's hostile voice.

"Can't sit in here for free, gotta buy a drink," he said, sounding rude. 

"Lucky for me, I came with the intention of doing just that," you replied, placing your change and loose dollar bills on the bar. 

The guy couldn't keep himself from rolling his eyes as he counted the money. "What do you want?" he asked, reaching up to grab a glass and wiping it clean. 

"Uh, a (drink of choice)," you responded, hearing a huff from the man sitting four seats away.

You busied yourself with your phone, scrolling through your social media feed and occasionally laughing at something funny. Eventually, the bartender brought you your drink, and it looked stunning. You estimated that you had about $5 left. Sipping on your drink, you continued to read posts from your family, seeing updates about your cousin's birthday and your grandmother sharing a memory of your grandfather's passing, as it was the anniversary of his death. Suddenly, the man who had huffed earlier received a call on his phone, and you could hear screaming on the other end. Sitting just four seats away, you couldn't help but overhear their argument.

"Amanda, if you would shut your fucking trap, I could tell you why we can't afford to have someone come and do everything YOU should be doing. Why don't you just make the kids do it?" the man snapped, clearly stressed. You almost let out a snort at his comment, hoping he thought you were just focused on your phone. "Can we please talk about this later... Hello?" he frustratedly slammed his phone down on the bar, signaling the bartender to bring him another drink.

You couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. He seemed genuinely upset, his back slouched against the chair, and his coat haphazardly thrown over the back of it. A few minutes later, you finished the last bit of your drink, unplugged your charger, and noticed the man from before face down on the bar. Your heartstrings tugged at you once again, urging you to do something. So, you got up and went to sit next to him, which drew his attention.

"What do you want?" he asked, slurring his words and attempting to put up a defensive front. 

"I kind of just wanted to check on you, not only because I saw how distressed you were earlier but also to make sure you weren't, like, dead," you said, hoping to offer some support. He gave you a strange look and then shook his head. 

"I'm fine, fuck off." he grumbled. Although a little hurt by his dismissive attitude, you understood that you had no place in the matter. You took out the remaining change and placed it on the table in front of him before walking out of the bar.

Not knowing exactly where to go, you found a shady spot on a bench under a tree and watched the sunset over the city. Your stomach rumbled, and you regretted leaving your money with someone so ungrateful. But deep down, you believed that the good karma from helping someone would come back to you. The door to the bar opened, and you saw the man stumble out, almost falling on his face. You noticed he didn't have his jacket and realized he must have left it on the barstool inside. Without thinking twice, you ran back inside, grabbed the jacket, and heard the bartender yell for you to stop, but you ignored him. You looked around frantically for the man you had seen earlier and finally laid eyes on him in the middle of the road. Confused, you ran over to him.