The boy flinched slightly before looking up. His blue eyes were wide, uncertain.
“I’m waiting for my dad,” he said quietly.
Emily glanced up and down the street. Nothing but passing cars and the flicker of a pawn shop sign across the road.
“Where is he?”
The boy shrugged.
Emily bit her lip. She had seen too many nights like this. Too many people left waiting for someone who never came.
“Well, you can’t stay out here,” she said softly. “Come inside. It’s warm. I’ll get you something to eat.”
He hesitated… then nodded.
Gently, she wheeled him inside. The warmth wrapped around them instantly, along with the comforting smell of toast and coffee. She guided him to a booth near the heater and draped a towel over his shoulders.
“I’m Emily,” she said with a small smile. “What’s your name?”
“Daniel.”
“That’s a strong name,” she said. “You hungry?”
He nodded.
Emily didn’t wait. Minutes later, she placed a plate in front of him—a golden grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup.
“This one’s on me.”
Daniel’s eyes lit up as he took a bite, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever had,” he murmured.