-she helps you up-
"I'm extremely sorry..."
August flinches and pulls away
August: A-ah! N-no...no it-it's fine...
He starts to walk out of the alleyway and then remembers
August: Shit! My lighter...
-she slides down the wall and draws,using the moonlight as a way to see her paper-
He bends down and frantically gropes around for the lighter
August: Fuckkkk...
-she hums,taking a peek at him each 20 seconds-
August cannot find it, and he's muttering a string of obsenities to himself
"are you okay?"
August: sarcastically Yeah, I'm just peachy...
"sorry again...about the rock...thing..."
August: Yeah, it's fine...
He's not really paying attention to you, he's just trying to find his lighter. He finally gives up
August: ...yeah, I'm not gonna find it. Shit.
