She was dressed in a grey sweatsuit with the hood covering her head. Chestnut hair framed a heart shaped face slightly smudged with dirt. People saw and pitied her, shaking their heads and criticizing the government for not doing anything about the homeless problem. Some gave her money or scraps of food while others ignored her entirely.
He saw her every day. She reminded him of his sixteen year old daughter. Today, he was going to give her his breakfast. He found her going through one of the bins. She started when she saw him.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. Here, take this.” He held out the paper bag.
She stared at it for a moment before grabbing it. She eagerly reached her hand in. In a matter of minutes, she devoured the sandwiches. When she was finished eating, he gave her the orange juice.
“You’re welcome. What’s your name?”
“What are you doing here, Margot?”
“My mother kicked me out.”
“She doesn’t want me around anymore.”
“That’s rough. You can’t stay here, though.”
“Where can I go?”
“There’s a shelter at the corner.”
She looked unsure.
“I’ll take you there.”
She shrugged. “Okay.”