Jocelyn was in an excellent mood for the next several days. She was feeling generous so when someone she saved gave her several different flavored bags of kettle corn from their small business in gratitude, she decided to share with Delta when she saw him. After all, he had shared his pizza the other day.
She didn't get gifts from people she helped often. Her reputation preceded her. People thought she was too cold and distant to accept such things though she never turned anyone down unless autographs were involved. She didn't want anyone to potentially recognize her handwriting and it seemed like a colossal waste of time.
"Where did you get these?" Delta asked in disbelief. "There's so much!"
"From somebody I saved from getting hit by a motorcycle with bad brakes. There is a lot. I was barely able to carry all of this here."
