“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.
Rolling up his sleeves, he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand as he clutches the bottle of shampoo. “Alright, let’s do this!” He exclaimed, feeling nervous since he has never washed a girl’s hair before. “I dont know what type of shampoo you use, so I’ll be using mine.” He started soaking the top of her hair using his shower head. “But the important thing is that we get this spaghetti out of your hair, right?”
“Right!” Using a towel she tries to carefully get the sauce off from her eyes as he attempted to wash her hair. “Seriously though, what did you even trip over?“ Laughing softly she couldn’t even be mad at him, it was so random. She was sitting on the floor in the living room waiting for him to come back from the kitchen and next thing she knew she had spaghetti all over her head.