9:00 AM.
Luke drove to the Santa Monica foothill.
A very modern art museum and beautiful gardens have been built here—the Getty Center.
Luke parked his car in the parking lot and walked to the Getty Center's front plaza, where the surrounding architecture and scenery blended seamlessly. Perhaps due to Christmas, there weren't many tourists today.
Luke stretched lazily and breathed in the fresh air; it was nice to occasionally wander through the hills.
A Black man walked over, wearing a yellow hat and carrying a checkered bag. He approached Luke and said, "Sir, I'm very hungry, can you buy me something to eat?"
Luke looked at the man, lifted his clothes, and took money from his pocket, unconsciously revealing the gun at his waist. He handed over two US Dollars, "Merry Christmas!"
"Thank you, sir. Merry Christmas!" The homeless man thanked him and quickly walked away with the two US Dollars.
