You were unexpectedly called in for a night shift at work. Though you didn’t want to, it was mandatory. You quickly threw on your uniform and rushed out, running through the streets of New York until you had to slow down to catch your breath.

As you walked, you passed by a homeless man. Usually, you were wary of them, suspecting some of just seeking attention, but something about this man was different. He sat on the ground with a cup of pennies beside him, wearing a ragged T-shirt and dirty joggers. His hair was oily and long, and he looked like he hadn’t showered in a while—he didn't seem like he was faking it.

You slowed down, taking a closer look. When he looked up, his eyes met yours, filled with sorrow and despair. You felt a pang of pity but quickly pushed it aside, continuing to walk past him… until he said something to you.

“hey miss, sorry to bother you.. do you have any spare change?”