"You aight?" a voice asked.
Kitten did not say anything. She was too embarrassed. How could she have lost it like that?
A person crouched down in front of her. He repeated the question he had asked only moments before.
"You aight?"
Kitten slightly lifter her head to see who was talking to her. A boy who must have been around her age was holding what looked like a walking stick.
"I'm fi.....", she stopped speaking. She was now looking into the baby blue pools of someones eyes. When she looked into his eyes she forgot her pain, her thoughts and even what to say next.

He waved his hand in front of her face.
"Hey, you okay?"
Kitten closed her eyes a moment to regain her composure.
"Yeah, I'm fine.", she said finally.
He sorta smiled while he got up. He reached out a hand to her to help her up off the ground.
Kiiten took his hand and the moment she did a small tingling sensation went up her spine.

"Thank you....", her voice trailed off. Maybe it was the pain of standing on her hurt leg, maybe her sences were really wacked. She just did not know why she couldn't think of what she was going to say next. She did not have to think for long before the stranger spoke again.
"So your names Kitten. Huh, kid."
Kitten's eyes widened.
"How didja know me name?"
"I seen da old man throw ya out."
"Oh." was all she managed to say.

Kitten placed her hands on her hips. It seemed to be a force of habit with her. Whenever she became uptight about something her hands went straight to her hips.
"And who might you be?" she asked trying not to sound enthused.
He looked down on her. He was only 5'8'' not that tall for someone his age. It was still tall enough to look down on Kitten.
"Spot Conlon is me name." he spat out. It was obvious he always got right to the point,
Spot tilted his head back to the side.
"I was t'inking....since ya ain't got nottin' ta do today how would ya like ta help me out?"
Kitten narrowed her steady gaze on him.
"Help ya out in what way?", she asked.
"I was wonderin' if ya could hold me papes that I hafta sell. Just for today."

Kitten looked at Spot strangly. How could she not help out? She could not just pass up an offer to be around him the whole day. She did not know why she wanted to learn more about him, she just did.
"Fine by me.", she said happy with her answer.
Spot handed her a bundle of papes that were more heavey then they looked. Kitten looked down at her hands. They were burried under all the papes.
Spot started walking away from her. He looked over his shoulder and said,"Be sure ta keep up!"
How was she supposed to keep up with her hands full like this? More importantly how was she going to keep up with her leg in it's current condition? She had to act tough. She didn't want anyone to think she could not handle pressure because she was a female or because of her height. She put all her weight on her right leg and chased after him.

After a few hours of following Spot around like a little lost puppy she got to rest. They were finished for the day. Kitten did not think she could be happier then she was at that moment. She leaned against a wall to steady herself from falling.
Spot turned to look at her. She was more beautiful then any other girl he had ever seen. Even if she looked so young. Here eyes were hazel that held a sharp gaze. They peirced his soul like a pair of twin daggers.
He finally noticed how fatigued she looked. The sun was scorching that day. She never worked outside like this before that's for sure. She looked like she was about to pass out at any given moment.
He looked her up and down. He noticed a red stain seeping through the cotton of her skirt.
"Kitten is theah somethin' wrong wit your leg?", he asked still looking at the blood stain.
Kitten did not have time to answer. Her eyes rolled back in her head then collapsed. All the walking on her unattended leg wound along with the hot sun beating down on her made her pass out from exhaustion.
Spot caught her in his arms before she had a chance to hit the ground.