Nat shook his head watching the cops go away â€œNo, my parents died ten years ago. Been on my own ever since. â€œ He rubbed the bridge of his nose and smiled â€œThank you for getting them to leaveâ€¦ I couldnâ€™t help itâ€¦ I havenâ€™t eatedn in a week â€¦ and that was some cheese from the trashâ€¦â€ the last part he muttered under his breath as he looked to the bread that now had some gravel in it. He went about picking the pieces out and throwing them to the ground. Once it was clean again he smiled and broke half of the bread holding it out to him â€œUhâ€¦ would you like to have lunch with me?â€ he asked with a sweet smile.<br/><br/>Some people had stopped to stair at what they new as street trash talking to such a big top around â€œYou must be super rich to just be able to give money away like thatâ€¦â€ he whispered some, his ears lowering on his head feeling he did something wrong by talking to the higher classed man. â€œI am sorry if I messed things up for you or have said something I shouldnâ€™t haveâ€¦â€ he whimpered softly backing up some. He stopped and looked up again â€œMy name is Natsadai but people call me bratâ€¦.â€ He commented looking down at his feet, his bummed arm hanging limply beside him.