“Damn…” I hiss.

It’s already four o’clock. At this rate I’ll be wheeling myself home in the dark! And it’s supposed to snow again tonight too…

“Whoa! I can’t do that Janice, I’m on the clock!” The officer says.

I turn back to see the mute woman staring the cop down with a steely expression, both hands on her hips. Eventually, her opponent caves on whatever the argument had entailed.

“Hey kid, where are you headed? If it’s close by, I can drop you off.” He sighs.

I blush. Wait, why is she still worried about me?

“No, I’m fine sir. I’ll just catch the next bus.”

He nods. “Okay, sounds good.”

But Janice smacks his back, making some very passionate hand symbols. The officer looks partly annoyed, partly defeated.

“Well, Janice is convinced that it’s my duty to escort you to your destination. So, as a public peace keeper, I’ll take you, as long as it’s within a reasonable distance.” He mumbled.

I laugh. “Look, it’s fine. Really. I don’t need any more pity today.”

The woman lets out an astonished gasp. The officer grimaced, looking rather disturbed by her reaction. That was when Janice reached into her purse and pulled out a small tablet. Using lighting fast speed, she wrote something down and then turned it around so that I could read it.

How very rude, calling our assistance an act of pity! Your pride is rather outlandish.

My eyes bulge with shock and confusion. “Wait, what?”

“Ah, Janice, maybe that’s enough…” The cop whispers.

But she shakes her head, taking the tablet back to write something else.

A humble person would accept any help offered to them, whether they sit in a wheelchair or stand on two legs.

It takes me a moment, but as soon as I’m done reading, I burst out in laughter. My nonchalant comment was somehow turned into an insult? How? Why? Anyone else would have taken the opportunity to excuse themselves from such an awkward situation!

“Okay, that’s definitely going too far. Leave him alone! If he doesn’t want a ride, he doesn’t want a ride.” The officer says in a firm tone.

I make no response, waiting to see what hers will be first. Luckily, Janice doesn’t disappoint. She writes something new on her tablet and holds it up one last time.

What will waiting here for another hour accomplish anyways? Do you really want to waste that precious time nursing your own wounded ego?

“Janice! Come on, you’re being too pushy.” Her friend hisses.

The woman turns her head away, ignoring his reprimand. I just laugh some more, somewhat amused, somewhat offended. Although, at the same time, I can’t dismiss her strong words entirely. Usually, it’s someone completely normal telling me to get over myself and get my life in order. However, this time it’s different. Being paralyzed from the waist down certainly wasn’t the same as being mute, but it wasn’t all that far off. Although two complete strangers, both of them still had something in common: they weren’t like everyone else. He was different, and so was she.

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