You take your hand out of your pocket and leave the money safely hidden. You shrug at the man, which is—you remember—the universal sign for “Whaddaya gonna do?” He nods and starts walking in front of you, gesturing for you to follow. Before you can move, you hear someone shout your name. A boy dressed in black is standing on the other side of the street, right by the park where you just were.
“Do you know him?” The man asks as the boy waits for traffic to slow. You shrug again.
“Hey!” The boy is a little out of breath. Fake, you think. He’s faking it. You don’t know how you know, but you do. “I lost track of you for a second! Thanks, man. I’ve got it.”
You turn to tell the man that this boy is faking, but the man has already turned away. The boy holds out his hand, palm up. What do you do?