Walter stepped out looking flawless.
White sweater. Pressed pants. Perfect hair.
The kind of man who looks expensive without trying.
I forced myself forward.
“Please,” I said, keeping my head down. “Sir… could you help me? I haven’t eaten in two days.”
He looked at me.
For a second, something flickered in his eyes.
Something I couldn’t read.
Then it vanished.
He reached into his wallet and handed me a few bills.
