David Floyd P.O.V

Every week Lexi dropped off my food and since I was her last stop she stayed for dinner sometimes. Today was one of those days.
"Hey David you know I can clean all this up for you if you want.."
"Love thats a lot to do without any help and you know. I can't ask you to do that for me." I smile. She was a very sweet woman. She was 25 and a foot shorter than me. She has fluffy short dirty brown hair and was known for wearing jeans and a t-shirt everywhere. Yes she did have to tell me this. Im getting better at asooming peoples looks from there voice snd movements and ..ect. But i wasn't that good yet.
"Floyd litterly the kitchen is the only room your not walking on glass. I want to do it." I took a moment to think.
"Fine. Wear shoes and if you like theres some records and a player in the living room."
I know what you may be thinking "You were stabbed in the eyes and your letting a radom person be in every room in your house and or could kill you or something." At this point who gives a fuck. If I die I'll be happy.
She gets up and I hear her move to the living room and play a record.
He didn't expect his life to take a turn for the best in such little time when he felt hopeless.