Inspired by actual events.

Under the coffee shop’s fancy script, a man huddled under a ratty blanket.

“What’ll you have?” the barista asked.

“Latte.” I glanced out at the homeless fellow. “Make that two.”

I shoved sugar packets and napkins into my coat pockets and exited the cafe with a cardboard cup in each hand.

“Hello.” My warm breath came out in puffs. The man looked up but didn’t return the greeting. I swallowed and extended the hot drink. “I — um — I got you a latte.”

He stared, first at me, then at the offering.

“Latte?” He wrinkled his ruddy nose and sniffed. “No thanks, I’m vegan.”

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