Outside the tent, Gael and Giovanni walked towards the tree where several homeless people were. It was a cold evening, but the people knew to wait as they expected what was to come next after dinner.
Gael was familiar with a lot of these street people. Some of them had degrees or even had jobs—but were just homeless. All of them were only trying to get through another day. Every dollar helped, so although giving them money was only a temporary solution, it was still help nonetheless.
"Hey, Kid," he called the boy in his early teens who was leaning on a bush. The boy came near him and looked up to his height, but he kept a safe distance between them. Gael had seen him around with his grandmother in the past year. Sometimes, they'd go to shelters but then end up leaving the next few days. "Where's your Nan?"
