When Adira returned to the trash bin, the old man was still busy with work. She watched him closely, wishing she could raise some money for herself. Her life had been paused since she was kidnapped and how, she didn't know where to start from.
She walked towards the man slowly. Scared and unsure of herself. The trashman sighted her, and began to smile again. Satisfied with his kind gesture he asked.
"Hope you enjoyed your meal?"
Adira nodded emphatically.
"Do you have a place to stay?"
The man asked. He seemed concerned and willing to help, but Adira was now too scared to trust anyone.
She squirmed away from the man at the mention of a place to stay as if he was about to kidnap her.
She pouted her mouth to release some warm air. The weather was freezing and had recorded about minus 7 degrees.
"I don't need a place to stay, I just need money to go home instead.
