A man fitted in a business suit walked down a dingy street, the sun hit the pavement and drops of rain fell from busted gutters, the man continued his stride before stopping before a man.
The man in question covered himself in patchy rags, his hair long scruffy, his head sloped towards the ground resting upon his shoulder, he held his arm out, a paper cup was within his dirty grasps, one in his predicament would wear a stern line for a lip, not this man however he bared a smile.
The suited man rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a one hundred dollar note, he uncurled the note and placed it within the mans paper cup.
He had bent down before the scruffy man, his shoes curled and his long black slakes layed upon the dirty ground.
The scruffy beggar looked up, his lips still pursed into a smile, he opened his mouth and said quietly "about damn time"