Kyle stared at the money. Was this guy nuts, passing out a hundred dollars to some stranger downtown? Was there some kind of catch, like... well, Kyle wasn't going to take this man's money anyway.
"I'm OK. I've just been drinking for New Year's," he said, enunciating carefully. "For New Year's. But ... well, I do think I might be a little lost. Do you know where Grand Street is from here?"
He had thought he knew exactly where he was, but the buildings seemed wrong.