If the Fates Allow

Gael was serious about taking out the top bills that "touched" the skin of Angela's abdomen. The top bills were now neatly folded and slipped inside a bottom slit of his wallet where he had never accessed before. He replaced four one hundred bills. Was he really going to keep it and not use it at all? Absolutely.

He then stuck the bundles in his jacket's inner pocket—where he should have done so in the first place. Just as he zipped up, Angela's curiosity filled the air. 

"What are those for anyway?"

He lifted his head and met her eyes, and then he subtly nodded at the people who were eating at the tables. "These street people need money. That's why a lot of them still stuck around even after eating."

She scanned the room as if only to realize what he just said. "They knew you were going to give money? I thought they just stayed because it's warm inside the tent. So you're always giving away cold cash?"