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He was striding down the street in the rain holding an umbrella. He just finished a meeting with such idiots. It was a ruthless being a rich business man. Donovan was on his blue tooth rolling his dark brown eyes at the annoying voice talking with him. Donovan ate as he listened to a corperate head. Donovan crumbled the foil into a ball tossing it from him hitting the wall and knocking into Zayn. Donvan loosened his suit slightly walking on. It was like a body bag on his shoulders.

A small ball hit him back as he heard someone speak. He slowly turned around and looked him over. "You may as well be sitting like that." He informed disregarding the trash. Donovan stared at him a bit stunned. "Hold up." He told into the blue tooth. "You waiting on someone kid?" He asked noticing how soaked the boy was. Yeah he was a teen, but Donovan was still going to call him that.

Donovan noted his clothes. He hadn't seen a homeless person before. "Homeless huh? No. Can't be. They are at least smart enough to get out of the rain." He smirked. "Cars. Really? Didn't realize cars had a minds of their own." He laughed before turning off his blue tooth. Donovan found a much more interesting person to talk to. "You sound sick. The cars aren't going to like that." Donovan stated leaning against the wall still holding his umbrella up over himself.

He leaned forward snickering. "Another block would be better." He looked around. "Not much work in the rain. Also people don't like 'magically' just sounding like that. " He closed his eyes before pulling out his wallet and dangling a twenty out. "Am I your time now?" He asked

Donovan watched the male roll his eyes. "It's called stealing shoes or finding some in the trash." He sighed. He looked at the guy's feet. "You kinda suck at being homeless." He recalled seeing many hide under boxes and other fleeing to the shelters. "There are shelters you know..." He was poking verbally to Zayn. He was a rich guy so street life was rather interesting to him. He wanted to know. Zayn locked eyes on the bill. Donovan turned letting it drop out of his fingers. "Name's Donovan. Shall we talk business or did you want to stay out in the rain?" He asked looking over his shoulder. "It involves walking though."

Donovan looked at him as he tried to lead. "You don't call what you were just doing now begging?" He held back a laugh. "Turn left. The hotel is at the end of the street." He blinked now as he looked at the feet. This might be interesting as he thought about how he was going to get the guy in his building. He lived in a condo on the top floor. "You want to get dry?" He asked not really caring about how he responded to it he leaned forward and yanked the male under the umbrella.

Donovan rolled his eyes. "You really?" He asked looking over his shoulders. "Are you okay? Or are cars more your thing?" He asked chuckling. The male lead him to a hotel were the doorman looked at Zayn about to question letting him in. "Shut up and open the door." The doorman flinched and did what he was told. Donovan could care less and folded the umbrella up. The hotel lobbist greeted him. "Hello Mr. Oran. How are you doing today?" "Same. " Donovan uttered as he lead Zayn to the elevator. There were so many people in from the entrence to the his actual door. It actually annoyed him.