She eyes the cash that is now in her hands. She can't seem to take her eyes away from it. It's just 5'000$ it isn't that much. I wish I got her more. I don't do much with my money anyways, so if I can help someone in need then that's what I'll do. She lays it on the bed and takes some clothes before heading back into the bathroom without saying anything. I wonder what she is thinking. Every time I look at her it's like I'm looking at a closed book. She is unreadable.

When she comes back out she is fully dressed and she seems confident as she comes up to me. 

"I don't understand you. It's like you know me but you don't and you randomly offer money to help me... I mean why me? what is there to gain?" She rambles. I shake my head looking her in the eye.

"I don't know you, I just feel strongly about helping you, it's like something is shouting at me to try and fix you somehow. There is nothing to gain, I mean maybe I'll feel like I did a good deed here or something but that's not even the point, it's that I need to help you. I know that much. I want to take care of you, by doing this." 

She takes the money and puts it in her purse. She doesn't look at me at all. She almost seems guilty. A knock at the door gets both of our attentions. I get it, and see the food I ordered finally got here. 

"Hope you like steak, I ordered it earlier while you were showering." She nods and looks at me with a thankful look. No need to say anything more. She devours the food as if it were her first meal ever.

After the delicious supper we decide to go to bed after a long night of whatever this is. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. 

Something in the night wakes me up and it isn't a bad dream. I hear footsteps tapping on the floor rhythmically and I frown softly, wondering what the hell it could be. I look at the bed beside mine and notice that the woman isn't there. She is gone. The tapping continues, and I get out of the bed silently. I walk towards the living room area and hide on the other side of the wall quickly, when I see her. She is there, dancing around as if she were back at the club. Maybe it's a routine of hers to wake up and dance, to start off her next day...  I don't know. I eye her from the corner of the wall. she sways her hips to the nonexistent music and thumps her feet on the floor. She looks beautiful and graceful. Her swaying suddenly becomes more aggressive and fast. In a matter of seconds, she falls to her knees and starts crying with her palms over her face. Now this, was not something I expected to see.