(Kaan’s POV)
My first thought when I saw her cross the street without caring if she would get run over or hit by cars was, "You crazy woman! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" And then I saw her gripping the rail with such desperation, and I thought, "No, she was asking for help, and no one stopped to give it, only blaring their horns furiously, probably thinking she was merely a careless person who wanted to save time by crossing the street away from the pedestrian lane."
I watched her for a few minutes from the other side of the road, wondering what she was planning to do. She couldn't possibly be thinking of jumping down the small irrigation system; it was too shallow, and she would just end up getting hurt. Moreover, it was smelly.
When she gracefully refused my offer of dinner
