Finding Samaritans - Ginnytags!

[Sett Richmond]

The cafe was buzzing with patrons and Kali was very busy at the front so Sett actually volunteered with the background work and that included receiving orders from the truck that was parked at the back.

After making sure the order was indeed correct and signing the order slip, Sett waved the truck driver off, completely forgetting to ask the dude for help.

So there he was, stuck with fifteen crates of food produce and just one of him to bring them all in.

Okay to be fair, the twenty-five year old might not look like much but he had the strength of a freaking animal so fifteen crates shouldn't have been a problem for him but he had been working since the cafe opened, a stupid mistake on his part obviously but really, with nothing to do at home, he just wanted to fill his time. How was he supposed to know manual labour was going to be this taxing?

Spotting a shadow crossing the alley, Sett called out to it. "Hey dude...care to help a fella with some boxes?" he called out, his accent slipping. He'd actually been trying on the American accent but it's proving to be a hard task. Who knew?

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny had intended to go into Kali's, had intended to order a coffee and a brownie and settle down to do her summer reading. But as she skipped down the sidewalk, messenger bag swinging, she spotted something that set her off course:

a tiny, tabby kitten cowering under a boxy red car parked by the curb.

She stooped down, calling quietly to the bitty creature, and it took one hesitant step forward, but as she reached for it the kitten leaped back, skittering out from under the car and into the alley, just dodging past the girl.

"Aww, come back!" She pleaded, following the kitten into the alley, but it scurried under a rather large truck that was being unloaded, out of reach.

Before she could figure out a way to coax the kitten out of hiding someone behind her spoke, and she turned to see who had addressed her. Cute, she thought Mia would appreciate him. If she wasn't all into Jonah, anyway. It was so obvious, as much as her friend tried to deny it.

"What, are you the only one unloading? Lame." She quirked an eyebrow at the young man, watching him struggle without offering to help. "Isn't it illegal for people who aren't on the clock to lift boxes, anyway? What if I got injured helping you? Doubt your boss would be too thrilled."

[Sett Richmond]

Squinting under the dim alley lights, what Sett could make out, he liked. Pretty girl, what's not to like? He leaned against the wall and raised an eyebrow at her spiel.

"If it was, I guess I'm not privy to that particular law." He gave up trying to sound anything remotely American. "My boss don't need to know if you got injured. Come on then, I'll pay ya to help me. Least I could do. For your troubles and all." He smirked, already picking up one box to pile up on to another box.

[Ginny Campbell]

"Oh, real nice." Ginny retorted, balling up her fists and placing them on her hips as she gave the young man a once over. "I can tell you really care if I get injured helping you. Come on, don't I look like a helpless maiden to you?"

She batted her eyelashes and did her best imitation of a simpering damsel, but ruined the effect by bursting into laughter.

"Fine, I'll help you, but if I break my back you're paying for whatever my dad's insurance doesn't cover."

She half-skipped, half-bounced over to check out the boxes he was lifting. "Wow, these don't look that heavy, don't tell me you can't lift these wimpy boxes." She teased, bending down to grab the edges of one.

And struggling to lift it.

"Ooof. Damn, that's heavy for a little box, what do you have in these anyway?"

[Sett Richmond]

Even before the blonde burst out laughing, Sett already was. So she had a good sense of humor. He liked her already. When she finally agreed to help, Sett threw his arms up in gratitude. "Finally, good Lord. She has a heart."

At her tease, Sett grinned and tried to balance the box on his thigh, freeing one hand to open the door and lean against it for the girl to pass first.

Her next words made Sett laugh once more. "Canned goods." Sett answered as he ushered the blond in. "Thanks again, eh?" He gave her a bright grin as they moved the boxes between the two of them.

[Ginny Campbell]

"Canned goods," Ginny repeated as she hefted the box up, balancing it against her hip. Of course a bunch of cans together would be heavy, she just hadn't expected to discover she was this much of a weakling. She needed to go to the gym and work on some weight training.

She stumped through the door with her box, returning Sett's grin, "Oh, look, he can be a gentleman." She teased, mimicking his earlier comment on purpose.

She glanced around the store room, taking in the shelves and boxes piled haphazardly about. "Sooo where do we put these again?"

[Sett Richmond]

He straightened the box against the blonde's hip when it looked like it was tipping heavily on one side. "Canned goods." Sett nodded with a grin. He let her walk in first, not so subtly checking her out before laughing at her words.

"You're funny. Are you a comedienne on the side?" the shapeshifter rolled his eyes and kicked open the door to the dry pantry. "Come on in here and just put it in the corner. I'll sort it out once everything's in." Sett was grateful the girl was willing to help. And she had a sense of humour about it too.

After stashing his number of boxes in, he went out and grabbed a few more, waiting for the girl to do the same. "So what's your name? I have to at least get the name of my knightess in shining cardigan. Or whatever you're wearing..." he looked her up and down, grinning a he did so. That wasn't a leery thing to do at all.

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny couldn't say that she was terrifically thrilled to be checked out by yet another guy in Pilot Ridge; sometimes she felt like nothing but a nice piece of property the boys wanted to own. There was a part of her that was flattered, sure; she wasn't immune to vanity and she liked being considered attractive and knew that was something she could utilize to her advantage, but on the other hand she also wanted to be judged on more than her looks, and that sure never happened with the boys around here.

Still, he was kind of funny and he was easy on the eyes himself.

"Your knightess in denim jeans is Ginny Campbell," She clunked the box onto the floor, taking a moment to ball her fist into the small of her back and stretch. "I know, it is a very knightly name and all. Fierce warriors from coast to coast tremble in terror at the very mention of my name."

Stretching done she nearly skipped to the door, back toward the remaining crates. "And what is your name or shall I just call you damsel in distress?"

[Sett Richmond]

"Ginny Camp...any relations to Dr. Campbell up at Hammel?" Though Campbell wasn't the rarest of last names, it can't be coincidence for him to know two different ones, right? Pilot Ridge is a really small town.

He winced at her stretching and already felt guilty asking her to help. But she'll get free beer and a meal, couldn't be that bad could it? "Oh I bet their knees buckle in fear." The shapeshifter chuckled in amusement.

"Damsel in distress has such a nice ring to it." He scratched his chin in thought before breaking out into a grin. "But you can call me Sett."

Lifting up a few more crates and leaving the one for Ginny, again holding the door open for her. "So, are you a local around here?" he asked, shifting the weight of the crates over to the other hip while waiting for her to pass through.

[Ginny Campbell]

"Actually, yeah. Dr. Campbell is my dad." Ginny admitted, bending down to grab another crate. For once her answer was completely sincere, not tinged with any sarcasm or teasing. James was her father, simple as that. She saw no need to hide this fact; it was what it was.

"But I'm not exactly local," She denied with a shake of her head. "I go to the University of Vermont so I come visit dad a lot over the weekends and holidays."

She heaved herself to her feet, tottering back toward the storage area. "So my damsel's name is Sett. That's kind of an unusual name, isn't it?" She queried, peering at him from over the top of the crate she was carrying. "But you've got kind of an unusual accent, too. Where ya from?"

Hammel had students from all over, so it was likely he was one of them. He seemed a bit old to be a current student, but perhaps he was an alum who had stayed in the area for whatever reason.

[Sett Richmond]

"I see! Well, I never had the pleasure of meeting him but I used to see him around school when I attended." He nodded, adjusting his arms under the crates. "Wait, you're a co-ed." A smirk crossed his lips and he nodded. "What are you majoring in?" he asked, not really that interested.

"Well I'll take that as a compliment." He grinned as he ushered her in so he could close the door. "I'm from the UK. Sexy place I know." He dropped the box gently down and posed for Ginny. He was allowed to act goofy no matter what, he thought to himself.

"Alright one more box but I can get that m'self. Why don't you go out front and order whatever. It's on the house." He grinned and lopped outside to get the last box and made sure to lock up the back door tight.

He went out to the front to get back behind the bar, waving Ginny over.