A helping hand? (feat. Dirk Lewser)

...Then, she slapped across my face! Yeah! Exactly! The hell was her problem, huh?

In the parks of Tokyo, amidst the trees, the citizens walking through the beautiful cherry blossom trees, past the local stands, past the various bushes and in a small remote area of the park was a brown bench that sat near the cleanly paved concrete walkway. And on that bench sat a young male gaijin. Dressed in khaki pants, a black hoodie with the letters 'ROH' on it along with the words 'Ring Of Honor' underneath it, white tennis shoes, his prescription glasses over his face and an black iPhone being held up to his right ear.
To any passerby that was curious enough to listen, it would seem that the young man was having a rousing conversation with someone on the other side of the call. And that intuition would be proven correct. The young gaijin was weaving the tale of his match to his older brother back home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. And the gaijin's name was Derek Lewison.
Known in the world of pro wrestling as, Dirk Lewser.

No! I definitely returned the favor! Yeah! Lewser Effect DDT! N-no... Unfortunately... I-I didn't win. Yeah. W-well, her brother distracted the referee and she... sigh... gave me a low blow...

The conversation sounded exciting at the beginning, but the tone of the once excited storyteller quickly turned into that of an embarrassing retelling. Much to his mild exasperation.  

It's not funny! Your little brother is fighting for his life up here! Ugh... fine. Really? Okay. Yeah, I'll be sure to call mom later. Alright. Love you too. Alright. Have a good night. Bye, bro.

Dirk moved the phone away from his ear and looked down at it as he pressed the red hang up button. Once he hung up the call, he placed his phone in the pocket of his pants and slowly leaned his back against back-rest part of the bench and looked up into the sky. After a few moments went by, Dirk slowly began to close his eyes. Wanting the serenity and peaceful surroundings of the park to send his consciousness away to a world where he was free from the thoughts weighing on his mind. The thoughts of missing his family dearly. Or the fact that he hasn't had the best of luck lately. He wanted to be away from all of that. At least for a little bit...

*DUNK!!*

The sounds of chaos quickly woke Dirk from his respite and he quickly sat up and looked around to find the cause of the noise! He looked to his right to see that people had stopped their strolls to look at the source while others looked and continued to walk, trying their best to pay it no mind. Dirk turned his head to the left this time to see what appeared to be a pair of dangling legs sticking up out of a garbage can. How bizarre. It was like something out of a cartoon he used to watch.

Dirk hesitated for a bit, but after noticing most pedestrians either look away and continue walking, try to distract themselves with other things(basically doing anything but help the poor soul), Dirk rose from the bench and quickly made his over to the trashcan with legs.

As he got closer he noticed the legs were outfitted with jogging pants and shoes. And he could hear a small whimper from inside the can.

"Not again..."

Not knowing what exactly to make of the situation but wanting to help anyway, Dirk politely spoke....

Are you ok? Would you like some help?

The woman who had taken a nosedive into a garbage answered back, seemingly wanting the assistance. She also wanted him to pull her legs. With a little hesitation, Dirk stepped forward and nervously grabbed on the woman's legs.

Alright. Here we go..! Dirk pulled upward on the woman's legs all the while she pushed her upper body from out of the can with her hands. After a bit of shuffling, the woman was finally free from the garbage can. Albeit, slightly covered with some of its contents. She than spoke, thanking him for his help. She took in her appearance and knew that she, like him might not be from the land of the rising sun.

Oh. It-its no problem at all. She than explained that she was running, training her speed with an awkward smile and an embarrassed chuckle. Then, she mentioned that she tripped. Dirk couldn't help but feel a bit of a kindred spirit with the woman. Because, he himself have had some embarrassing moments growing up due to his sheltered upbringing.

H-happens to the best of us, you know? I've had my fair share of moments too! *Sheepish chuckle*

No prob.

Dirk said as he nodded and shot a friendly grin to Ayesha. It was nice to meet a woman that wasn't a snobby brat model or a self absorbed wannabe mixed martial artist clout chaser for once.

The two strangers chuckled for a bit before the excitement of helping the woman from her very peculiar situation began to wear off and be replaced with the feelings of awkward. Dirk's inner introvert wanted to leave the orange woman to get back to what she was doing before her "accident". But, something else took hold of his focus. Dirk noticed the trash that was still attached to Ayesha's body. It was then Dirk had another thought. Maybe she would like some help in removing the trash from her clothing too? He had plenty of time to spare and wasn't exactly in a rush to get back to his roommate's apartment. So, he gathered up his courage and asked if she required assistance regarding the matter. He only hoped his next words don't come off as weird or perverted to her. He nervously raised his right hand and scratched the back of his head.

U-um... Would you like me to help remove the garbage from off you as well?

He said referring to the various contents that were still attached to her athletic clothing.

Alrighty then. Dirk said as he would help Ayesha remove the trash on her clothes. Removing wrappers, banana peels and the like usually found in the garbage. Despite the stains still on her clothes, at least she wasn't covered in anymore garbage.

And... There we go. Looks like that's... it..?
Just when it looked like Ayesha was as trash free as she could be, a few soda cans had appeared to stay attached to her body. Dirk was a little surprised to say the least. He even watched the woman attempt to remove the cans and toss them away.
...Only for them to barely leave her vicinity, return and reattach themselves back on her body. Dirk couldn't believe what he was seeing. It like was watching someone trying to rid themself of packing Styrofoam. Only on a slightly bigger scale.

Justifiably upset and frustrated on what was happening, Ayesha angrily shouted about she couldn't have built a static charge that quickly in the current weather. This caught the attention of a handful of folks walking through the park. Dirk nervously raised his right pointer finger and wanted to try to calm the situation.

But, before he could say anything, Ayesha stumbled and fell backward. Her head disappearing inside a bush.

With a gasp, Dirk dashed in Ayesha's direction and crouched near her body.

A-are you ok, miss!? Dirk would softly grab the woman's shoulders and attempt to sit her up and bring her face from out of the bush. Once she sat up, she had a dejected look on her face that clearly said: "I just wanna go home."

Let's...get you away from here, what do you say? If Ayesha allowed Dirk to help her, he would lead her over to the bench he was just sitting at. He would also help in removing the "antlers" from her head.

Dirk guided the woman to the bench and she sat down. She lowered her head in dejected shame for the unfortunate stream of bad luck she seemed to be going through. Dirk didn't know the woman, but he felt that he had to try to cheer her up somehow. It would be terrible of him to leave her like this.

He would then walk in front of her and remove the makeshift antlers from Ayesha's head and pick the leaves and other shrubbery from her head. As he finished, the woman gave a weak thanks. He would respond with Your welcome..

Then, Ayesha would ball herself up as if to hide herself from the cruelness of the world. Dirk could feel his heart ache a little as the her action reminded him when he balled himself up in his room after that faithful day in middle school. He didn't want to be alone with a woman he barely knew, but, he couldn't just abandon her there after all the craziness that just happened.

Dirk looked to his left, and then to his right. His inner indecision showing itself. After a bit of hesitation, Dirk would walk over and sit next to Ayesha on the bench. He then looked down at the ground at nothing particular. It couldn't hurt to stay with her a little longer, right?

Suddenly, he heard another thank you from the woman and she even introduced herself to him. She even mentioned that she might not be from around japan just like him. "Ayesha. That's a nice name", he thought. Dirk looked at Ayesha and introduced himself to her as well. Trying his best to not sound nervous.

No problem. Nice to meet you, Ayesha. I'm Derek. And...I'm not from around here either.

Derek would give a little awkward chuckle of his own in response to Ayesha's to relieve his own nervousness of sitting next to a woman before looking at her and speaking again.

I'm originally from america. How about yourself?