We were just talking when a middle-aged man in his forties came up to us with a slight smile on his face. He was sporting a very kind look.
I was guessing he was the Mr. Richter the director mentioned.
The middle-aged man walked over to us while smiling at the same time. "You're students here to volunteer, right? How admirable of you guys. Society needs kids like you. There's nothing for me to do here, so let me treat you to a meal!"
"Well..."
The others and I were a bit reluctant to accept. It appeared no one wanted to go, but this Mr. Richter was just being too sincere, so we had no idea how to turn him down.
"Okay, since Mr. Richter is so generous, we must accept his goodwill!" All of a sudden, Caleb, who had walked over to us at some point, spoke up.
Our relationship was alread
