"Thanks love," His hazel eyes, looked up at me. I smiled and pulled my ombrè-colored hair behind my ear. "There aren't many people out here like you!" "Your welcome," I take in his tattered clothes and his dirty appearance. He seems nice. I sit cross-legged in front of him. He tenses at this gesture, but soon relaxes and smiles. "Ya know, you seem pretty nice to be homeless." He smirks after that sentence escaped my lips. "Not everything is what they seem." I look at him weirdly and check my watch for time. "Oh, I have to go. I have a job interview to get to. I'll see you tomorrow!" He waves at me. "Bye Hunter!" "Bye Zayn!" ❝He is one attractive hobo. ❞ I mutter to myself, while wearing a dopey grin across my face. ©, beautyness, 2013