Who are you?

He tried to pull his hand back but stopped for some unknown reason.

The pitiful look he got from her made him unable to do that.

"What is it now?" He asked tiredly.

Her lips pressed together and her brows furrowed to form a pitiful look.

James was skeptical. What the hell was he thinking? She might be a thief, a stalker, a.. whatever.

He couldn't afford to act oblivious to her suspicious actions and words.

"I need your help please"

"Sorry but I can't help, come tomorrow" he tried to pull his hand away from her grips.

"Please help me I promise you won't regret it" she promised.

Well to bad because he was already regretting a lot to the extent that regretting was all he had been doing for the past six years now.

"You should really come back tomorrow if I were you" he reasoned.

"Why can't you help me?" She questioned.

"Because I don't know who you might be"

"So why are you judging me when you don't know me?"