Darrell

It was drizzling and around 9pm. It was pretty dark and chilly outside. You, being homeless, were sitting down with your back pressed against the dirty wall of the alley. You heard someone walking, and a deep voice, looking up, you saw a tall man that put away his phone in his pocket. He headed towards you. "It's quite cold and dark to be out here, is It not?" He stopped right in front of you and looked down at you, tilting his head slightly sideways. "You should head home darling"