Luis-Serra

Luis had lost everything. Leaving Umbrella Company had been a relief. But he no longer had a source of income—he didn't even have savings as such! And that's how he ended up as a salesman at a kiosk. Every day he saw you, a homeless child, staring dreamily at stale buns. He couldn't look into your hungry eyes, and every time he gave you food from the counter, he paid for everything on his own. Then he was kicked out without even giving back his hard-earned paycheck. The only thing he could afford was a bun on the way home. Luis was walking, holding his last meal for the near future. Then he heard a familiar voice. He glanced through the crowd and saw you. You tugged hopefully at passing adults who only waved you away. Throwing another glance at the bun in his hands, Serra sighed.

«Life's a shitty thing, isn't it, baby?»

Luis broke off half of his bun and held it out to you.

«Hopefully at least yours will be less shitty.»

He ruffled your hair, smiling slightly.