AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Thanks."
She was looking at him. He didn't acknowledge her, but he could feel her turn and shift to face him more fully.
"What are you doing?" he asked, still not looking at her.
"I was wondering what a handsome young man like you was doing sleeping out here on the street."
"Handsomeness has nothing to do with where you sleep," he said.
"I guess you're right," she said, laughing a little. "Well, what's a regular guy like you doing sleeping out here?"
"Where am I exactly?" he asked, turning and squinting into the sunlight, looking for some signage on the building.
"It's the food bank at St. John's."
"Do you own it or something? Do you want me off your sidewalk?"
"No, I don't own it. The church owns it. I just volunteer here every once in a while."
"What are you doing here at night?" he asked.
"Well, it's only eight o'clock."
"Is it really?" he asked, blinking and not knowing how long he'd been sleeping there. He honestly didn't even know what day it was. "What day is it?"
"Thursday," she answered, like it was a normal thing for someone to ask.
"I'm glad you woke me up," he said. "I should have eaten and been busking by now. That's my real job."
"Oh, good. Do you mean with your guitar? I'd love to hear a song."
"I have to get a drink or two in me first, but I'll be playing downtown later."
"Can you physically not play without a drink, or is that just personal preference?"
He laughed at her for asking that. It was a sincere question, though. She wasn't trying to belittle him. She was staring at him with kindness.
"I can physically play," he said. "I just don't feel like it. I have a stomachache and a headache, and those things won't go away until I… I think… I think I've been here for a while, actually," he said, blinking.
"You were out here sleeping when I got here," she said. "And that was a few hours ago."
He swallowed hard and sat there for what must have been a minute or two. Logan's thoughts were scattered, and the time went by quickly, but he knew some time had passed.
"I'm not going to get out my guitar and play right now," he warned when she didn't move or say anything.
"It's okay," she said. "I would love to hear you play, but you don't have to."
"You wouldn't like my music, anyway."
"Now, how do you know that? Are you judging me because I'm old?" She regarded him with a kind, playful smile, and he smirked at her and shook his head.
"No. I'm just saying, I know you won't like it."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not Jesus music," he said.
"Do you think all I listen to is Christian music? What gave you that impression?"
