As I rounded the corner#FF0000 ">; I bumped into someone really hard.
“That shirt’s one of my paychecks and I can’t afford to waste my money on#FF0000 ">-” Michael gestured towards my shirt. “#FF0000 ">-#FF0000 ">an accident.”
Even though his words weren’t what I wanted to hear#FF0000 ">, his face said he was nothing but sincere.
But it was hard to focus on his kindness when he was telling me no.