Unnamed faces A restaurant had a sell. If you buy a fried chichen, you will get a cup of orange juice for free. I sat on a round seat eating alone. A middle-aged woman came in and asked me whether its an orange juice or a mandarine juice. The second I was about to talk to her, the waitress shooed her. She asked me are you going to drink it? I pushed the orange juice towards her. She got it quickly. Then I gave her my drinking straw. She had gone a few steps away and she came back to take the drinking straw. The waitress kept shooing her, so she disappeared at the corner. I continued eating, while the waitresses were talking about that woman. I was a fly on the wall, then I knew that she even came in and asked the customers not to eat and to give their food to her. I don't know why but I don't feel like I hate her that much. I was just surprised by her longing to live. She didn't feel ashamed to ask for food though she was healthy and could work. I associated her with a flaneur, an idler. I looked at the large container full of orange juice, with obvious artificial coloring, very bright and dense. Suddenly I thought we were all bad. I gave the juice to the woman partly because I didn't want to drink the juice. Besides I am always avoiding conflict so I conceded the juice to the woman. The woman didn't work nor say thanks. The waitresses were impolite and rude towards that woman. I have forgotten those unnamed faces, however, the bright yellow color is right in front of my eyes.