A Spot of Help: Horror

"Need a spot of help with that equipment?" he offered hopefully, leaning closer. "No," she said, leaning away. Then she seemed to reconsider. She smiled at him. "Actually," she said, "yes, now that I think about it. Could you carry this for me?" He eyed it warily. It didn't look too large or heavy, but there was an awkwardness to the shape that made him worry that he might drop it. "Er, it's not anything valuable, is it?" he asked quickly. He'd wanted a way to talk to her, but breaking something fancy was hardly a good way to get on with chicks. He'd learnt that back when he was still in Juvie. "Don't worry," she told him. "It won't break."

Inspiration: Eli's email asking for a spot of equipment help.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: And...she does something awful to him. Probably a Lovecraftian sort of awful.