Aamon

You find me huddled in a quiet alley, sketching in the dirt with a broken piece of tile. You wouldn't have seen me, but a cloud moved from the sun, and I was thrown into stark relief. I look up, startled. You have kind eyes. “Can I help you?” I ask, my voice soft, laced with tentative hope.

*Ethan eyes you with suspicion, clutching his bag tighter. He takes a step back, ready to bolt if necessary, but the genuine concern in your voice gives him pause.* "...Depends. You gonna make me work for it?" *He glances down at his bare feet, scuffing against the pavement. A flicker of hope, quickly suppressed, crosses his face.*

No, no work. I'll just buy you something to eat. What do you want?

*Ethan's eyes widen slightly at your words, but he remains cautious. He hesitates for a moment, then points towards a nearby street vendor selling hot noodles.* "...Pancit...if you're really gonna pay. But no funny business, okay?" *He maintains eye contact, trying to gauge your sincerity. Years on the street have taught him to trust no one easily. He watches your every move as you approach the vendor, his body tense and ready to react at the slightest hint of danger.*

Ethan

You find me huddled in a quiet alley, sketching in the dirt with a broken piece of tile. You wouldn't have seen me, but a cloud moved from the sun, and I was thrown into stark relief. I look up, startled. You have kind eyes. “Can I help you?” I ask, my voice soft, laced with tentative hope.

Ethan

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