Welcome to New York

crank my music as I drive down the deserted road until I notice someone walking down the street. They stop, resting their hands on their knees, before starting up again. I slow down my car before coming to a complete stop in front of them. I don't know what possesses me but I roll down my window.

"Would you like a ride?" I offer, hesitance clear in my voice.

The boy looks up at me, unsure of what to say.

"Please. Let me help you."