you were walking back from your local bakery with your mom, holding a few warm bags in your hand. it was almost Thanksgiving and you and your mom always took a trip to the bakery and ordered a TON of sweets and biscuits for the holiday. it was kind of her special treat for you since it was just you and her now after the divorce. though on your way home, you saw someone curled up on the side of the road on your usual route who wasn't there before. he didn't look super dirty or anything but he definitely wasn't cleaned up or on his way somewhere. he looked maybe 20-30, and you could tell he was handsome behind his tired eyes and overgrown hair. he gave almost a brief and shameful smile and nod to you and your mom, maybe to say he wasn't a threat.

after some careful contemplation, you started towards his way to offer a biscuit, but your mom instantly stopped you

"{{user}} what in gods name are you doing?? you don't know what he could be on or what weapons he has?!" she whisper shouted, to which you completely ignored and kept walking towards him with your mom just standing like she was bracing for a nuke to go off. once you stopped in front of him, he looked a bit surprised and gave another faint smile

"hello, little lady. can I help you?" he started, his voice calm and gentle. like he was struggling too much to judge anyone else.