It had been a rather shit day today, practically thunder storming while Willa had been working an Auggie was in school. So when the skies parted just an hour after the school day had let out, the young mother had to take her son to the park. It was a warm day, with the sun still high in the sky, but the previous storm had left a nice breeze in the air that made it practically perfect to play outside in. So once Auggie had finished his school work, Willa agreed to spend an hour or so outside, watching him run around on one of the first, nice spring nights the town had seen. Hearing the faint, yet knowing jingle of the impending ice cream truck, the brunette saw numerous children perk up in excitement. Sighing, she looked through her purse for a few dollars and only found a twenty. Turning to the person next to her, she gave them a soft smile. âCan you break a twenty? They always get mad when I try to pay for a dollar spongebob popsicle with anything larger than a five.â
Being caught outside in a thunderstorm hadnât been Oliverâs plan that day, but it ended up happening anyways. On his way to the park, the dark clouds that arrived seemingly out of nowhere chased him all the way there and kept him stranded under the lone pavilion that provided better shade than shelter on a good day. Fortunately, he wasnât left entirely soaked and the rain hadnât ruined that much of the surrounding area where he couldnât still enjoy what little the park hard to offer. So far, he noted, that was mostly just nature and the silence that came with being alone. It didnât take long for that to be ruined, however, as soon as parents, babysitters, and nannies alike showed up with their respective children by the barrel. Still, Oliver wasnât bothered for the most part until the ice cream truck decided to make itâs presence known, signalling his opportunity to head back home before he got sucked into a conversation with someone. As luck would have it, he only managed to make it a few steps before he bumped into someone asking for money. He just thought heâd make it to his block before that.
Oliver stared down at the woman who was probably not homeless and dug in his pockets for anything he could do to help. He didnât carry cash around often but as luck would have it, he had a few bills shoved into his wallet and fished those out. âNot enough to break it, but itâs just a couple of dollars. Keep it.â He handed her the cash and put his hands back in his pockets, feeling slightly awkward. The money was out of his hands and he had no obligation to hang out, but it felt weird throwing money at someone and running away. Clearing his throat, he tried to appear somewhat friendly and smiled. âSwell day weâre having, isnât it?â
