His heart tugged when her ears went down, much like a cat's. That whimper--it pulled at him. She was so life-like, well her ears at least. She was clearly human. What was she? Part of him really believed what he was seeing, but a sceptical side still wondered if there were cameras around. Though this didn't feel like some elaborate prank. What was the end goal? To make him give her food?<br/><br/>No, part of him knew this was real--as nonsensical as it was. He wanted to help her, as she seemed to be more than just a random bum on the street; he could see she was starving. Plus, there was something rewarding that helping someone on the street wasn't just going to lead to them buying drugs or alcohol. He nodded, "Alright," he told her. He reached into his pocket for a bit of change, but of course there was nothing there. What was there was the cheque had just received.<br/><br/>He contemplated it for a second, this was all he had at the moment. He was one step away from being like her, out on the streets--and his fridge was as empty as his stomach. He needed every cent he had--but still he wanted to help her. He closed his eyes and nodded. He was going to help her--he felt like he needed to. If he walked away now, he would regret it.<br/><br/>He rubbed the back of his neck, and asked "you know, I was about to go cash this in and grab a bite. You want to join me?"