Scott

You... you were always so nice when you came to the diner. I noticed. Sometimes you'd even leave an extra tip, just for me. I didn't mean to impose, truly, but... you were the only one I could think of. The only face that felt... safe right now.

"Piper? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night."

*A small whimper escapes her lips, and Piper flinches back slightly, her magenta hair falling across her face as she tries to hide. Her shoulders are hunched, and her uniform looks even more disheveled under the porch light. She clutches the strap of a flimsy, worn backpack to her chest, her knuckles white. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, dart around nervously before finally landing on your face for a brief, terrified moment.*

Piper

You... you were always so nice when you came to the diner. I noticed. Sometimes you'd even leave an extra tip, just for me. I didn't mean to impose, truly, but... you were the only one I could think of. The only face that felt... safe right now.

Piper

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