Chapter 5 - Freind part 2 (1/2)

(3 months before)

The first time she had seen the homeless person that was sleeping on her bench she had instantly become suspicious. Hiding her presence and scanning the park she had noted no traps, or surveillance in the area. She looked around for a few more minutes before she finally went up to the bench and nudged the person.

”Mmm.”

The man stirred slightly before finally turning over slowly to look at her. She gave him a calculated look, but in the end confirmed the he was just a homeless person that had stumbled upon her bench and was using it to sleep on.

His hazel eyes were mesmerizing as he looked at her not saying a word. They locked eyes and continued to stare at one another waiting for the other to talk first, but after a while of waiting and seeing no movement to talk or let her sit down Natasha finally spoke up.

”This is my seat.”

Her voice was as cold as usual as she talked to the person in front of her. Finished with what she wanted to say the man finally nodded slowly and sat up from the bench and scooted over. Nat having enough room to sit down now, slowly lowered herself and pulled out the small sandwich she had packed herself.

No words were said between the two as they continued to sit there. Seeing that he wasn't going to do anything, not even leave, Natasha didn't bother him and continued to eat her sandwich, the silence that settled between the two of them was actually nice she thought.

After a few minutes with only the sound of birds and insects she finished her sandwich and turned her head towards the homeless person. Her eyes scanned him once again now with a better look at his body frame and figure.

Like other homeless people his clothes were tattered and frayed, with a large amount of water damage and rips everywhere. The clothes were too baggy for his body and from his hand, that was just visible, it could be told that he was skinny, possible malnourished.

What truly surprised her was when she caught a glimpse of his face. Although his body belayed that he was probably her age or older, 18 or up, one fitting for an a.d.u.l.t, his face told that he was actually younger. She couldn't quite tell as she was only staring at the side of his face, but it looked like he may have been 15 or 16. His shaggy brown hair covered the rest of his face.

After a little while she caught herself and stopped starring at him, she had finally deemed him a non threat and didn't continue to bother him. Although he was young and homeless her heart didn't move much. Sure she was shocked to run into such a young homeless person, seeing as he could be picked up by child services at any point, but she had seen many horrors of the world.