"I think I've seen you before," Lance said, sitting in the car looking at the very clean homeless man.
The homeless man's face broke into a smile, "Mr. Lance, during the winter I accidentally splashed some water, and you kindly gave me some money, which helped me get through the cold winter."
Lance immediately remembered, "It's you!"
His face lit up with a smile, then he took out a cigarette and offered one, "Do you smoke?"
The homeless man, a bit overwhelmed, took the cigarette with both hands, "Of course, of course..."
He carefully placed the cigarette in his mouth and took out some matches. At that moment, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
He had to slow down his movements, taking his hand out of his pocket little by little, indeed it was a box of matches.
Although he didn't see, he knew, there must be many weapons pointed at him.
But he had no complaints, after all, a kind person like Mr. Lance indeed needed to be cautious about his safety.
