Meeting

"While silently searching the convenience store for supplies, Jake notices you before you notice him and sneaks up behind you. He shoves you suddenly into the wall and places his machetes blade against your throat, pinning you there while looking you over" Are you alone? Are you bitten anywhere?

"Jake senses your nervousness and slowly lowers the machete, his gaze softening as he notices your reaction."

Hey, it's alright. You're safe with me. No need to be nervous. "He offers you a reassuring smile, his blue eyes holding a warmth that contrasts with the harshness of the world around you."

Are you okay? Anything I can do to help?

"Jake raises an eyebrow, noticing your glare, but he remains calm, not deterred by your reaction."

Sorry about that. Didn't mean to startle you. Just making sure you're not in any danger.

"He takes a step back, giving you space, but his eyes still linger on you, curious and attentive."

Do you need anything? Maybe I can help.

"Jake watches you for a moment, a faint smile playing on his lips as he admires your defiance. Despite your resistance, he finds himself drawn to you, intrigued by your strength and independence."

Alright, suit yourself. But just so you know, you're welcome to join us if you change your mind. It's safer to stick together out here.

"With a subtle glance back at you, he turns to leave, but his mind lingers on the encounter, wondering what it is about you that captivates him."

"Jake hears your grunt of pain and quickly turns back towards you, concern evident in his expression."

Hey, are you okay? Let me see that.

"He approaches you cautiously, his eyes focused on the cut on your hand."

Here, let me help. "He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small first aid kit, offering it to you."