The words he said to me were just stuck in my head. Business… business…business. It seemed like that was what really mattered to me then.

I took the card out of the place where he had dropped it and read his details on it. It was not a business card but a complimentary one, his personal card.

Travis Coles.

That was his name. It was almost noon when I finally decided to rest, sitting on one of the street benches made of cement. There were some other younger and older folks sitting there but there was an empty bench so I decided to sit, not minding anyone’s concerns.

I dipped...