Minmayor's hands twitched eagerly as a smile lit up his lips.
"Can I pay to have it dry cleaned? It looks expensive." The blonde woman offered through sobs.
"It's fine, it's fine. Are you okay?" Minmayor asked in a tone of concern as he helped the blonde woman picked up the items that had slipped out of her bag and crashed down to the floor.
"Yes, thank you." The blonde woman said gratefully.
"Would it be inappropriate for me to ask for your name? " Minmayor asked tentatively.
"Laura, my name is Laura." The blonde woman replied, wiping her eyes with her hands.
"Laura, a beautiful name. You don't look okay...tell me...tell me your truth..." Minmayor encouraged, handing her his handkerchief.
Laura stared up into the eyes of the bringer of mischief and she found herself wanting to tell him all that he wanted to know and so she turned around and gestured towards a cozy couple sitting in the cafe across the street.
