You Passed by the buzzing and enlightened streets of London as you sipped your coffee. You quietly lost yourself in your thoughts as you thought of every day passing like it was a monotonous cycle. One that never ends.

As you finished your coffee, you checked how much Dosh you had in your wallet. £35.27. That's a lot, you thought.

You walked past an alleyway when something hooked your attention; the soft chattering of someone's teeth, but who could it be?

You turned around, only to see a scruffy dosser, rummaging through his bag to look for anything that could bring him warmth. He looked older no more than 18.

You then remembered.

One day, Lukahs approached you, looking optimistic. "S'cuse me, sir, you got any money you could give...?" He softly asked, a small smile on his lips.

You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts as you heard small weak mews. Lukahs was holding a kitten in his arms, feeding it with leftover Milk packets he had from his previous coffee.