A thirty-year-old woman, holding her little son in one hand and a cluttered bag in the other, tried to open the door of a bakery with a sign that said “Pull”, but she pushed it several times until she was getting annoyed.
A deep voice came from behind her. “The sign says “Pull”, not “Push”.
She turned her head quickly, her eyes meeting a young man in a plain shirt who was holding coffee, with a faint smile on his face.
“I know, but I’m busy,” she replied calmly, pouting her lips slightly, dissatisfied with her own clumsiness.
He smiled wider, before reaching out to open the door for her. “Then let me help you.”
The son in her arms turned to look at the stranger and said in a clear voice, “Uncle is so handsome.”
The young man chuckled softly. “Thank you, but you’re not that old.”
The mother couldn’t help but laugh, and absentmindedly looked back into his eyes.