The Runaway

He stared confused at the kid; before he asked “Aren’t you supposed to be at school boy?” The boy kept staring at him as if he were speechless. The man then asked him “What’s your name kid?” “Robin” the boy answered him quietly. “What a fine name, can I get you something to eat?” “Yes I would like some breakfast” The boy sat down while Hank made some breakfast. “So Robin, where are you from?” “My mother says that I can’t tell that to strangers.” “Sorry for being curios and here’s your breakfast. The boy ate the food so quick, that you shouldn’t think he had got any in a week. After he was done eating he left his seat and was on his way out of the diner, when Hank yelled to him “you forgot to pay for the food!” The boy turned around and asked confused “Pay? But I don’t have any money.” “You have to pay me something for the food you just ate, it isn’t free.” “I’m sorry but I can’t pay you.” Hank thought for a second, and suddenly he got an idea. “You can stay here and work to pay your dept off.” “Okay” the boy said, and Hank issued some tasks to him. Suddenly a police man came in. He ordered a donut and a coffee, and Hank was on his way out in the kitchen, when he saw Robin hiding under a table. “What’s wrong with you Robin?” Robin didn’t answer he just kept hiding. Hank was confused, but then it hit him. “You aren’t a runaway, are you Robin?” Robin nodded furiously, and put a finger up to his lips, to signal Hank to be quiet. “Robin you can’t just runaway, I’m going to tell the police man that you are here.” He went out to the desk to talk to the police officer. “Can you please come with me out in the kitchen, there is a runaway hiding there” The police officer went out in the kitchen, but the boy had disappeared. “what a day” Hank thought to himself.