The Emaciated Young Man

I first vaguely noticed someone hovering in front of the restaurant just outside the clear wide window glasses where I was having lunch. The emaciated young man finally caught my probing eyes. I was uncertain whether he briefly smiled to me or at me, although there was no denying that his eyes earnestly focused on my plate. He looked straight at me again with what I finally considered a false mournful smile as he moved away a little farther to sit on a bench near the front door without forgetting of throwing once more a lingering look at the food on my plate.