Marc thought for few seconds stopped in the middle of the parking lot. The sun beating down on his face, and forcing him to sneeze. Why the fuck am I going to
Westcity
thats where they would expect me. This obvious thought scared him more than anything. He had been in Denver’s words, “Too Lax”. Now he was paying the price. He met today already 10 people. He even listened to music. Something he promised Denver to keep away from. People will recognise the moves before your face.
Back inside the church they kept saying how nice it was for him to help out. And if more people were just kind like that no one would be homeless. Or have addiction problems one guy said. Another guy said he looked familiar, his eyes I feel like I’ve seen before. He Said. Like he was a famous actor. What working on a new character? Another guy said. Yeah idk man just looked familiar.
Marc was still standing outside and the noise of the door closing startled him from his daze.
You don’t have to rush he heard from a man’s voice. It’s all good take a bigger rest if you need.
You got a light? No. Oh all good I’ll find one in there and pointed back to the church. Give me a few seconds.
