Grace of charity

I was sitting in a café, reading a magazine and drinking a cup of coffee, when I heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Alex!”

I looked up. “Simon! Good to see you!”

The 23 year old boy was wearing dark blue trousers, a white shirt, a blue tie and a slipover, looking very geeky and very hot...

“Do you mind if I sit?” he smiled at me, pointing at the chair opposite me.

I smiled and put my magazine away.

Simon sat down and took off his horn rimmed glasses.

“How are you?” I said. “We haven’t seen each other for quite some time…”

Simon smiled and we talked for a while.

After ten or fifteen minutes, he changed the subject. “There’s a reason I wanted to talk to you. Chad told me you were here, so I figured…”

“Sure”, I said.

“You know, I watched TV the other day and they had this show where everybody could donate money to charity”, Simon said. “And I thought, well, why don’t we do something like that?”



I looked at him. “Donate money to charity?”

Simon shrugged. “We could have something like, you know, a charity nutshot festival. It could be a big thing. And all the money we get from the audience will be donated.”

I thought about that. “I like your idea.”

Simon smiled. “We could do some games. We could ask Danny, the twins, Cal, Kev, Ben, Leo and Tristan, Zach, Sammy, George – you know, all the guys…”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“We could do it in November and December”, Simon continued, obviously excited that I liked his idea. “That’s when the people like to give money away for a good cause.”

We talked about his idea for a while.

After half an hour, he looked at his watch. “Oh, I gotta go.”

I smiled at him. “It’s a great idea. Thanks for telling me.”

Simon smiled proudly. “Sure. See you!”

He walked out the café.


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