Emmeline was confused. Everything was just confusing. Why was this man being so nice? He didn't even know her. Knew nothing of her other than her name and that she was likely a drunk. She wasn't, but how was he to know that. He'd found her crying on the ground and then she'd stumbled and clearly given away her drunken state. It just..didn't make sense.

And of course, her mind started whirling with all the possible outcomes as to why he was helping. Obviously there was some sort of ulterior motive. There always was with men, she was quickly coming to find out.

She looked up to him, glaring somewhat despite the watery eyes. She didn't know if he could even see her with whatever he'd done. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice a little quivery as she tried not to cry but there was still a hardness to it likely not expected to come from her.

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