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  • "I don't have any cash," she said.

    It might have been true, but it probably wasn't.

    "Do you want a granola bar?"

    She had just spent a solid five minutes trying to pick out the bars that contained the best ingredients and combination of numbers. Calories, fat, and protein. Price. She paid with a credit card, dumped the bars in her purse, a and kept walking. At some point, she would need to eat.

    "Thank you," he said.

    "Great weather, right?"

    "Huh?"

    He had really nice eyes. She noticed that and pulled off her sunglasses so she could read them, to make sure he knew that she saw him.

    "So much better than the rain, right?"

    He smiled

    "It is."

    She smiled back and pulled on the glasses.

    "You're a really pretty lady," he said, gesturing at her face and her dress.

    "Thank you," she blushed. "Have a great afternoon!"

    She turned to keep walking, wondering why she had stopped in the first place.

    He hadn't asked. When she crossed the street, he just watched from the place that he stood in the sun on that small patch of grass next to the off ramp. He stood, watched, and ate - devoured - something out of a styrofoam box.

    Flecks of food dotted his cheek. His clothes were ragged and dirty. A garbage bag by the wall seemed to hold his meager belongings, but even though it didn't look like he had very much, but he didn't ask. He didn't ask for anything.

    "A really pretty lady," he repeated.

    She could hear the smile in his voice, and she realized that was it, the reason she stopped. She'd wanted to make the man smile.
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