He was standing next to a Honda SUV, filling up with gas. He was leaning very coolly against it, waiting patiently. He was maybe 50 years old, wearing a polo shirt and shorts. I figured him as well-to-do and that maybe he'd been golfing that day.
I asked him my question, and he leaned in to hear it. I couldn't see his eyes through his black sunglasses. There was the long pause. I explained my project. Another pause. And then he said I could pray for him. So I did. He thanked me. I shook his hand and left.
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