"Are you cold?" A voice spoke up from where you lay, curled and shivering, lying on cardboard, you looked up to see a man, dark hair, and wearing a suit. He looked rich, shadows obscuring his face

You'd been homeless, desperate, and freezing for the last few months, people glaring and spitting at you as you begged pitifully. This was the first time in weeks someone was talking to you like a person.

"Well?" His tone grew impatient "Are you cold darling? I'll take you somewhere warm if you'd like."