The boy stood frozen for a moment when Dayo told him to get into the car.
"Hop in," Dayo said again calmly.
The boy looked at the vehicle. Then at his sack. Then back at Dayo.
"Sir… I no fit enter this kind car," he said quietly.
"You fit," Dayo replied. "Leave the sack. Enter."
The boy hesitated. Fear and curiosity wrestling inside him. He glanced around as if someone might accuse him of stealing.
Dayo opened the door himself.
"Come."
After a few seconds, the boy stepped forward and entered carefully, as if the seat might reject him.
He sat stiffly at first. Hands on his knees. Eyes wide.
Dayo sat beside him in the back.
The car pulled off.
For the first few minutes, neither of them spoke. The boy kept looking around at the interior, touching nothing.
"You relax yourself," Dayo said lightly.
The boy gave a nervous laugh his hands clinched the handle of the door he seemed to readh to jump out any moment.
This just made Dayo smile and want to help him more.
