When he arrived that morning, he looked stressed. He looked weary and tired and made her want to give him a hug. But that would break the no touching rule.
"What's wrong?" She asked as he sat down. He shook his head, his hair disheveled and eyes ringed. Her eyebrows were knitted together quite adorably, he thought.
"Last night my life got more complicated," he explained simply.
"Wanna talk about it?"
He shrugged, weary.
"Okay. Okay," she assured softly, "Let me first distract you from your troubles Mr.Hanson."
He smiled because she remembered his last name.
"This morning, I met this homeless man. He said he wanted to show me something."
He stared at her in astonishment. His eyebrows were raised quite adorably, she thought.
"And I put some faith into someone I didn't know, and agreed to let him show me. Do you know why?"
"Did he hurt you?" He asked, not responding to her question.
She gave a small laugh, shaking her head. "No, silly. And why are you worrying about me?" she teased, before repeating the question she had asked him earlier. "I put faith into someone I didn't know before. Do you know who that is?"
"Me," he answered softly, trying to read her expression, anxious to hear what had happened.
"Exactly. And I figured that if everyone had a bit more trust in everyone, some of the bad of this world would disapear. So I agreed, and he was delighted."
He could feel his heart pounding distantly in his chest.
"He led me back through an alley, and out into this small brick courtyard. It was sheltered by multiple apartment buildings, shielding it from the busy streets. It was beautiful, overgrown with ivy and weeds, a hidden beauty. He then showed me his dog- a raggedly old thing, she was, a kind soul- and asked if I could spare any money to pay for her food."
He was relieved.
"I then asked him to have faith that I'd come back. He nodded, because I guess in a way he didn't have a choice. I went to the bank, and pulled out a few hundred and returned to give it to him," she finished, eyes sparkling.
"He didn't . . . " his voice trailed off. "You are one of the few good people in this world, Gemma."
She grinned from ear to ear. Her smile only faltered as she asked the next question. "So, what's wrong?"

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Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...