Calvin

His name is Calvin. He's homeless. We met each other as I pulled into the Speedway this morning. I didn't need gas, but some coffee was in order. 

He was sitting on the cold sidewalk, leaning against the rough brick facade, his backpack to his left, legs crossed and a hot coffee in his right hand in his lap. I lit him up with my headlights as I pulled in.

I notice homeless people. I rarely pay attention to them. I don't know why, but this time, I got out of my car, reached in my pocket and grabbed 3 dollars I knew were there. I walked straight to him and we talked.

Me - Are you okay?
Calvin - I'm good. Thanks.

I hand him the money.

Me - My name is Dragan. This may help. It's cold out. You be careful.

He extended his hand, we shook as I looked into his eyes.

Calvin - My name is Calvin. Thank you.

I went in, got my coffee. As I returned to my car, I looked to Calvin.

Me - You be careful Calvin. It's going to be a cold weekend. Stay warm.
Calvin - Thanks Dragan. Hey! That's a cool name. Never heard it before. Where's it from?
Me - It's Serbian. Means "dear friend."
Calvin - That's cool. Calvin means "bald."

He smiled.

Me - You take good care of yourself.

I got in my car and left.