A homeless girl

You turn to see a girl looking at you with a sad but hopeful face. She's no more than twenty, dressed in shabby clothes and looking ready to bolt at any threatening move.

"Please mister, I'm pretty hungry. Any help you can spare would be great," she adds. She looks forlorn and destitute, and you feel a desire to comfort her, but you sense that any unexpected move would make her flee.

"Sure, I can spare a couple of bucks." You reach into your wallet and pull out a five. Her eyes widen, and she looks at the bill like it's salvation itself. When you hold it out she takes it with a hand that trembles and quickly tucks it away in her jeans pocket.

"Thanks mister, that's a big help."

"Are you homeless? Living on the street?"

"I got a home," she says with a touch of stubborn pride. "I can look after myself."

"I didn't say you couldn't. I just wondered if you had shelter."

She looks at you warily as though trying to read your face. "Why do you want to know?"

"You look like you need help, that's all. I don't like seeing people in a bad situation. I like to help."

"What do you want to do? Give me a place to sleep? A place out of the cold and rain? What do I have to do for it?" She shifts her weight from foot to foot, her wariness not decreasing a bit. She brushes her dark hair out of her face and looks at you, awaiting an answer.

"I don't have a place for you to sleep. And if I did, you wouldn't have to do anything for it. Here's another five, go get yourself some food. My name's Kyle. You take care of yourself." She takes the bill with a quick motion, her face confused and nervy. You turn away and start walking back towards your bike, when you hear footsteps behind you. Turning, you see the girl following. She stops, out of reach, once again looking ready to flee.

"Mister, thank you. That's really nice. Giving me that money. Sorry, I'm not used to people being nice. My name's Tanya."

"Pleased to meet you Tanya. Like I said my name's Kyle."

"Thanks Kyle," she pauses a moment, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, looking like she's making a decision.

"Umm, if you had a place for me to sleep...umm, I'd...I'd blow you," she murmurs quietly, her face flushing.