He sat cross-legged beside the ice machine.
There was a worn backpack between his knees.
His hoodie was two sizes too big for him.
He was thin in the way that told you meals weren’t a promise.
He caught me looking and stood.
He slowly walked toward me.
He slowly walked toward me.
« Ma’am, » he called, keeping his distance. « I’m real sorry to bother you, but could I borrow your phone for just a minute? »
I hesitated.
« I need to call my aunt, » he added. « She’s supposed to pick me up, but I don’t have any minutes left.
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