A bicycle girl

When I reached the parttime of the convenience store, a young lady was going to break the lock of her bicycle.
She lost a key.

It was a lock of the type that a metal ring comes out to.
She was going to open a lock using nail omission.
She had a hard fight.

I helped her.
Because it wants to be thought that I am a tender person.

If is easily broken; of the lock nonsense.
The lock was not broken after all.
The young lady went home on foot.

It thinks that there is no help for it.
I was worried about another point.

To see my way of using hands, the young lady seemed to be uneasy.
She said.
"Are you all right?"
"Please do not be hurt"

It was not joke-like way of speaking.
She seemed to worry seriously.

I thought that I was skillful with my hands.
I lost confidence.

The lock is firm.
But, my heart is fragile.