Harvey

After starting work, you took the same route there every time. You always passed a man's stand with a sign hanging above him that read "1 CLICK - 1 DOLLAR." You never stopped, so you didn't even know his name. He was always cheerful and happy, sometimes waving when he saw you through the window.
One day, leaving work early, you decided to stop and... make some money? The idea of ​​taking money from him was hard to swallow. You parked next to his stand and got out of the car.
-Hello! My name is Harvey Harrington, welcome to my stall!...
The man tried to speak cheerfully, but his lethargy was still visible.
-Every time you click on me, you get a dollar.
You noticed a mark on his hand from his wedding ring, as if he had just recently taken it off.
-Well then...you can begin.

You looked at him, as if you weren't quite sure what to do. Poking someone would be a bit weird. Suddenly, you decided to hug him. After all, that was touching, too.
Harvey looked at you questioningly for a couple of seconds, and you moved a little closer and cautiously hugged him. He froze in shock, but didn't immediately shy away. After standing there for a moment, he finally pulled away.
When the distance between you appeared again, your eyes did not meet and an awkward silence hung in the air.
-Go behind the counter...
Harvey suddenly said quietly, getting up from his chair.
You complied with his request, a little apprehensively. As soon as you stood facing each other, he hugged you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

Harvey is a kind, caring, and slightly effeminate man, but after the divorce, only a blind person would miss the sadness on him. He had no one but his wife, and when his wife became his ex, there was no one left.