The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the parking lot.
I sat there, my back against the cool concrete wall, feeling the rough texture through my worn-out jacket.
My stomach growled, a constant reminder of the day’s failure.
I’d been here for hours, hoping for some change to come my way.
People passed by, their eyes sliding over me as if I were invisible.
I watched them come and go, their hurried steps echoing in the quiet evening air.
Each footfall was a reminder of the world I was no longer a part of.
Then he appeared.
A man, his clothes clean but not fancy, stopped a few feet away.
His eyes met mine briefly before looking away, uncomfortable.
