Around the same age as Stephen - had to be. But clearly provided for. The goatee was a bit more scruffy than he’d thought, but the eyes were like dark pools of mud. Not chocolate - mud, Stephen decided. They held each other’s gaze for a short time before the man rooted around in his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill.
“For the bus,” he explained, dropping it into Stephen’s lap. “Keep the change.” Stephen gawked. Should he be offended?
After the accident, Stephen is destitute in more ways than one. Until a certain billionaire waltzes into his life.