The morning had been quite quiet, sat comfortably in the park, watching people pass, occasionally chatting with a stranger or two. It had been like this most mornings, taking a moment to relax in the sunshine.

Though you were drawn from your thoughts suddenly as a shadow drew you from your thoughts.

As you glanced up, you noticed the source of the shadow - a tall, well-dressed, neat looking man, holding what looked to be a small lottery ticket and a packet of bread, holding them out to you with a seemingly sweet smile, as though offering them to you. The salesman.

As you reached up, expecting to be offered both the lottery ticket and the bread, though he quickly retracted his hands, shaking his head, seeming as though he was enjoying this.

“Ah, ah, ah.”

His voice was smooth, deep, and handsome, just as well poised and fancy as his appearance.

“You may pick one; lottery ticket, or bread.”

You’d noticed him wandering throughout the park, giving the same offer to many homeless people.

All day, he’d gotten he same answer.

Everyone had picked the lottery ticket, they’d been greedy, expecting to somehow get lucky, as though they were any different from the rest of the down-on-their-luck crowd sat out in this park.

He normally went for poor people, the homeless, people who seemed pitiful - you didn’t seem to fit into that criteria, yet something drew him to you… something told him he had to get close to you.