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Personal Narrative-The Homeless

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Take, fill, write, hand. The routine stuck in my head from repeating it so many times. As I start wiping the counter and closing out the register, the little bell rings above the door. Looking up towards the sound, I see a blond head of hair making his way to the furthest table in the corner of the shop. Sitting opposite the window, looking out as light snow began to fall. Doesn 't he know we are closing in five minutes? Why is he here if he isn 't even going to buy something. I swear people like him annoy the hell out of me, coming into the store. I don 't even get a decent tip out of it. Sighing, I stop what I am doing and walk over to him. "Sir," I say. "We 're closing soon." He looks up at me. "How long?" he asks, his rich Irish …show more content…

He looks poor, he 's all dirty, his clothes have rips all over, and you can tell he hasn 't had a shower in ages. I think he 's homeless. I groan. I feel bad for the poor guy. He looks around my age, it 's quite cold outside. It makes me sad when I see someone in this situation. "Let me get you a drink." He snaps his head toward me, shaking it slowly. "I can 't let you." "Too bad." I say, walking towards the coffee maker. I don 't know how he likes it, so I 'll make it simple. Once I finish, I open the cash register to pay with my own money for the drink. Walking back over, I set the coffee down on the table. His eyes follow my every move. He gratefully took the cup, sipping it lightly. "Louis!" Amy yells from behind the counter. I groan. I know what she wants, but I walk over anyways. She 's already talking before I even get there. "Make him leave," she says sternly. I nod. "He knows. I 'll lock up and make sure he gone in time." She smiles, nodding and handing me her keys as she walks towards and out the door. She likes when she doesn 't have to close. "Have a good night!" I call after her. Watching out of the corner of my eye, I saw Niall making a move. He is already done with his coffee? He looks back at me, letting his adorable little smile

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