Michele wasn’t entirely surprise that Manny saw saving her wasn’t such a big deal. It was to her. If he hadn’t came along when he did she knew she won’t be here today. She felt that he had to thank him for she was certain that she hadn’t. Maybe she was wrong such much had happen in the few days before she left town.<br/><br/>“Oh sure you could if you tried.” She tease a bit smiling it faded as he said that was too nice to call worst names. Her eyes darted to the old bar. She could just hear the drunken words that were yelled at her that night. Bitch, slut ,she cringed without realizing it.  Michele knew what happen that night was partly her fault. If she hadn’t drank so much that night. If she hadn’t worn what  she had been wearing that night. If she hadn’t followed that bartender down into the basement that night. If, if, if none them matter now.<br/><br/>“I’m not as nice as you think” Michele eyes darted back to Manny. Her voice was jovial. Masking what she was thinking about. “Really how many nice girls to you know that throw a man to the ground when he surprises her.” She chuckle a bit.<br/><br/>“Glad you think so” Smiling slightly when she said the time had done wonders for her. Thankful he didn’t call her on checking him out.<br/><br/>It took moment for Michele to wrap her arms around Manny when he hugged her. Laying her head on his chest. She couldn’t stop the tears once they had started. Tears that she had thought were all spent. She had cried so much over the last few weeks. Losing her father without being able to say good bye had weighed her heavily.<br/><br/>“Look like I have gotten you wet as well as dirty” Michele smiled timidly up at him. When they tear faded. Their arms stilled linked around each other.