[He was walking alone, and perhaps that had been why she had been so drawn to call out him. Most were others that had passed had been in pairs. Typical. She sizes him up a moment and speaks succinctly.]
"I have a favor to ask of you."
[She doesn't wait for him to answer. She continues on, trying to keep proper candor as frustrated with herself as she is. She had thought over and over again about how she might approach someone about assisting her need for contact, but it seemed the words were harder to find now. She inhales slowly through her nose, and she exhales her words.]
"Might I--"
[This was the difficult part.]
"Hold your hand a moment or so?"
[Lulu tries not to sound hopeful, but she does hope he understands her plight without needing more details.]
Absolutely!