A Moment to Vent

She was suddenly there, sitting on the bench next to me holding out a soda. "Drink?" She asked me. 
I jumped, jerking my head out of my hands to stare at her in askance. "Huh?" Was my brilliant response. 
She smiled and lifted the can. "Drink?" She asked. "The machine gave me two. Thought you looked like you could use one." 
I stared at her. "That's...why? Uh. Sure."
"Great!" She pressed the can into my hand and sat back, relaxing against the bench, popping open her own can of soda. 
I held the can in my hands, before cautiously opening it, and taking a sip. 
I hadn't realized how parched my throat had become until that sip, and I found myself struggling to not chug it all in one huge gulp. 
It took me two gulps instead, and I flushed at her quiet laughter as I lowered the can, crumpling it in my hand. "Thirsty?" She asked.
I ducked my head. "Uh...yah."
"Here." She held out her can. "I haven't drunk from it yet. Looks like you need it more." 
I could feel my face getting redder and I looked down. "Uh, no...no. you drink it. I'm good." 
"Alright." She sat back, taking a sip. "So, what's got you so stressed?" 
I blinked owlishly at her. "Huh?" Was once again my brilliant response.
"What's got you so stressed?" She repeated peering at me over the top of her can. She shrugged. "You look like you're running on three hours of sleep this week." 
I gaped at her and flushed. "It's nothing." I looked away.
"Doesn't seem like nothing, maybe I can help? I'm a good listener."
"You wouldn't want to hear it."
"Try me."
I turned back to her at the challenge in her voice, the sharpness of her eyes on me. I rubbed my cheek and exhaled. "Well...it's this thing...." I began.

-Inspiration from just thinking about helping others.