"You need some help?"
Fraser's voice cut through the noisy hustle and bustle of saturday night on the high street. Deep and measured as it was each time she heard it, it was like music to her ears. Kelly was growing heavier on her shoulders, her breathing getting deeper as she reached her final stage of 'drunk' – falling asleep.
With all the energy she could muster, Danica turned to face him and replied "I would love some."
Each word left her tongue quieter than the one before, trailing off until the sentence hung in the air like a question as she looked at him. It was the third time she'd met Fraser. He'd been immaculately dressed and groomed both times, but that night was different. Instead of the sleek style he usually wore, his hair was ruffled and held in place with wax. Paired wit
