[URBAN NOTE] Unexpected Help
Mar. 18th, 2006 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldBefore I passed through the turnstile at the Wellesley TTC station, I spilled some change on the dirty tile floor. I cursed as I knelt to pick the coins up.
- Did someone beat you up?
I looked up at to see a guy in his 40s, in winter coat and with thinning light brown hair.
- Well, no.
- Are you sure? I'm a private investigator.
- I'm fine, thanks.
I picked the last dime up, catching it between the fingernails of my thumb and index finger, and smiled quickly at the man.
- Did someone beat you up?
I looked up at to see a guy in his 40s, in winter coat and with thinning light brown hair.
- Well, no.
- Are you sure? I'm a private investigator.
- I'm fine, thanks.
I picked the last dime up, catching it between the fingernails of my thumb and index finger, and smiled quickly at the man.
