Stella chuckled.
"Well, I got myself a job, just so I could stop out just for a few moments. You get what I mean."
"Is this your way of-"
"Yes. I think this will help me."
The man slowly nodded. "I'm surprised Mr. Jones let you do this. I may not talk, but I am not blind. If he could put in a ball of shield, he would."
A cackle resounded from her and she lowered her head to the basket, her smile slightly fading. "Right…"
He noticed the slight shake in her voice and the sudden gloomy feel above her head. It'd drowned the excitement she felt when she saw him. "Young miss…is everything alright?"
"Yeah."
"You do know I know you more than anyone does. What's wrong?" He asked. "Did something happen between you and Mr. Jones? If it's true, you can talk to me about it. I'll always be here, you know that. Common."
She lifted her head to meet his gaze with wet eyes that had yet to fall apart. "I…"
"Tell me."