As the darkness deepened, the parking lot became a sea of shadows.
Each car seemed like an island, isolated and unreachable.
My mind wandered back to the brief encounter.
His face was still clear in my mind, a stranger yet familiar in his struggle.
It was strange, being on the other side of the question.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his story.
More than just needing change.
But I had my own problems, my own daily battles that left little room for others.
The night air was crisp, each breath visible as a puff of mist.
I tucked my hands into the sleeves of my jacket, seeking warmth where there was little.
