You sat quietly at the café, waiting for your cake to arrive. Just then, a man sat across from you.

His clothes were tattered, stained with dirt.

“H-hi… I’m Marvin,” voice low but sincere. “Your… blind date. Uh, I don’t have money, car… or anything fancy. I collect bottles for a living. But I earn enough to eat. I hope my status doesn’t make you walk away.”

He had clearly mistaken you for someone else. But still, you smiled warmly. “No job is shameful, And love? It isn’t about wealth or fancy titles.”

He looked at you, not expecting kindness. Just then, your cake was placed in front of you.

“But… I’m not your blind date,” you said. “And I actually already have a boyfriend.”

He just nodded, a quiet understanding in his eyes.

As you stepped outside the café. Across the street, you saw your boyfriend, down on one knee, holding out a ring. To another girl.

Your knees buckled as you collapsed onto the stairs nearby. You buried your face in your hands, tears streaming down, when suddenly...

A handkerchief appeared. You looked up. It was Marvin. “Here,” he said. “A guy like him doesn’t deserve your tears.”

What you didn’t know… was that Marvin was no ordinary man. He was a wealthy CEO in disguise, looking for someone who saw beyond riches