I picked it up from the ground as she jogged by;
it fell from the pocket of a hoodie tied around her waist:
"Excuse me ma'am, you dropped your wallet!"
The exclamation managed to make it through her earphones
as she slowed down rather carelessly and turned to face me.
Holding it outstretched as kindly as one could,
I tread toward the scowl that possessed her otherwise pretty face.
"So what, I suppose you want my number now, huh?" She scoffed.
Dumbfounded and confused, I continued closer.
Maybe she misunderstood?
"No ma'am, I just saw it fall from your waist and didn't want it getting stolen,
"Oh, so now you're the chivalrous male and everyone else is a thief?"
Taken aback, I stopped to think.
She continued on as passers by seemed to quicken their pace about us.
The louder she grew, the less I heard,
as I strolled back to that unlucky patch of grass where the wallet briefly lay
and returned it to it's rightful owner.