I squeaked as a strong hand grabbed my wrist jerking me back away from the dumpster. "And what do we have here?" A baritone voice asked. My eyes widened das I looked up and up at the bear of a man holding on to my wrist. I squeaked again and jerked frantically at my wrist.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go, Just let me go." I babbled.
He raised an eyebrow and suddenly crouched, more on my eye level now, his grip not wavering. "You didn't do anything wrong." He said calmly. "But eating out of the dumpster is hardly the way to get you growing miss. Come on." He straightened just as suddenly, pulling me towards the lit doorway nearby. "I'm not having you eat someone else's castoffs. That's a quick way to get sick you know." He raised his arm, easily lifting me up the three steps and placing me inside the restaurant in one swooping movement. I squeaked again, landing awkwardly, my eyes as wide as the dinner plates the used to serve their food here.
Inside. I was inside. I shivered, unaccustomed to the sudden warmth accosting me, telling my body that yes, it was cold outside and I wasn't wearing much to keep away the chill.
"Come on come on." Bearman said shoving me forward. "Let's get some meat on those bones of yours."
-Inspiration from random musings
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