Finally closing from work, she decided to go home straight. Half wat through her journey she met Mr. Noah. Just the man she was looking for. "Mr. Noah." She waved and walked over. She gave him a tight hug. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good." She handed him the bottle of juice she earned from her sales today and a slice of cake. Some might think it was a stupid move but she couldn't just let this old man starve to death. "Why you keep doing' this?"
"Why do I keep doing what?" She helped him sit up. He slept by a shore across the streets.
"What I keep telling you bout wasting all your money on me." She ignored the urge to roll her eyes. She saw him as too caring. "And don't I keep telling you to stop worrying." She tries to imitate his accent.
He laughed. She was too kind for her own good.
