Visibly embarrassed. He tugged at the O-neck short sleeve like he wanted to switch off the gray. He was a student at an institution that rhymes with stubs. He had not received his ID-yet. He had slept somewhere. Obviously. And needed some money to get home. A top up. He had a thousand shillings and needed three to get to Kazo.
I have been in situations where, to a stranger, the truth could come across as a lie.
I gave him a crisp note.