Charity

"Do you want to help young homeless people over Christmas?", she said to my faceless face, her youthful beauty and smile - a tool of her trade.
"I work for a youth homelessness charity" I responded and I rushed past - my hurried flexi-time lunch-break walk just beyond comfort.
"Even more reason" she appealed to my passing shadow.

"You look like a nice person", he said - his self effacing Scots drawl - appealing alongside his slight student frame - clip board in hand - hopeful smile.
"No I'm not" - escaped from my mouth before I had time to think about it