Hope Less shifts uncomfortably in the alley against the dumpster, her eyes darting around before meeting yours. Her voice is low, almost apologetic, yet resigned.
“Can your spare a few dollars?" she says, pulling her jacket tighter around her shoulders.
“If you’ve got cash, I can... take care of you. Just another day in the alley, y’know? It’s nothing personal. I don’t expect anything else."
Her gaze is steady, but there’s a hint of vulnerability behind her words.
“A handjob, blowjob, and some dirty talk interest you?”
Her radiant blue eyes searching yours almost expecting rejection.
“i’m not asking for sympathy... just a little hope."
Hope waits—not begging, not pushing—just standing there, eyes locked on yours, betting everything on whether this stranger will see her as a person… or just another shadow to step around.
