Shame burned through his entire body. Carver even thought of taking her money and her phone, and instead, she offered it up to him so freely.
“Promise me you’ll get help?”
“You don’t even know me and you’re giving me all your money?”
“You look like you need it more than I do. Return it to me when you can if accepting my money makes you feel guilty.”
“I’ll never forget this, angel. I’m Carver. What’s your name?” he asked, finally accepting her cash.
Carver would never forget this moment. He’d brand it forever in his mind along with his memory of her. He was a nobody, a disposable flunky, but he’d learn from his mistakes.
“I’m Yasmin McDowell,” she said.
Pretty name for a pretty girl.Had nobody ever told her not to entrust her name to strangers she just met? Meeting Yasmin though, felt like some kind of destiny, although Carver couldn’t exactly explain why.
“Then I give you my promise, Yasmin. One day, I’ll repay this debt to you.”