The voice was quiet, a simple hey was said. Almost sweet, almost indifferent. You glance over to the old lady who is dead staring at your face. She doesn't smile when your eyes meet. Only licks her dry lips. "Hello," you coughed out. She blinks and then looks you up and down. Taking in your decent work clothes and leather work bag. "How old are you?" She asked. You tell her. "Young. Younger than me." You avert your eyes away from the obvious features of age in her face. You awkardly laugh and shift in your seat.

"I have a favor to ask, child," she began, "would you spare a piece of candy to this old women?" You have one more of candy left that you were planning to save for the trip. Do you offer it to her?

• No.
• Yes.