It was just after bar close. He sat alone at a table under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Heavenly Donuts was open twenty-fours and Reg frequently found himself there at the end of the night, despite the fact that he lived on the other side of town.
He reached for the donut, brought it up to his mouth and froze. He went to the shop solely out of habit, going through the motions in an attempt to satisfy an old desire that had long since faded with the days.
"You gonna eat that?" Asked a homeless guy nursing a small styrofoam cup of cofee.
"No," said Reg, before getting up and leaving.
The transient helped himself as Reg drove out of the parking lot and into the night.