He was always there. In the same spot in front of your workplace, everyday and every night. You'd felt bad for him once, seeing him curled up on the cold concrete floor with nothing but a jacket and a thin blanket. You'd given him some of your lunch, even sat down and ate with him.

Now, the homeless man expects you everyday. Expects you to swing by and have a chat, maybe even some food. And somehow, you look forward to seeing him too.