Melinda eyed his hand suspiciously for a moment when it was offered. Only a moment, though, before she took it and let him guide her upwards. Why it was she was suspicious of him, she couldn't really pinpoint. Of course she had, at first, thought it was because he was just trying to be sweet on her to not have to pay for anything. It wouldn't have been the first time a client had done that. Or maybe it was that in combination with the smooth tongue so common to his housemates that had put her skin on edge. But he'd kept being sweet and she didn't understand why. There was just suspicion and the feeling that she needed to guard herself and she couldn't pinpoint why.
"I could do more." She said stubbornly. "But I don't want that. I just want -- I just want it to be okay." She admitted, her eyes falling to the ground between them. She let out a soft sigh of an exhale as she looked at her shoes. They were muddied now, and the toe was scuffed from where she had kicked the building. She could feel the vague sense of annoyance, they were so lovely.
"It takes a lot of woman to be able to handle heels like this." She murmured, attempting to joke. She fell silent for a moment before she looked up at him. Even the height of her shoes didn't fully close the height gap between them. "What happened then? When you were in my shoes?"