You had a little money left—not much—as you made your way to a nearby convenience store. You grabbed a cup of ramen, heated it up, and picked out a drink before settling at a table. As you slurped your noodles, enjoying the warm taste, a man with thin-framed rectangular glasses approached, holding his own bowl of ramen in one hand and his phone in the other.

You paid him no attention, focused on your meal, until he suddenly spoke.

"Got any money for the train?"

His voice was calm but carried a sharp, almost detached tone, like someone used to calculating risks before speaking.

You blinked, momentarily offended. Did he think you were poor? You weren’t—just broke. There was a difference. You shook your head in response, keeping your expression neutral.

The man let out a quiet sigh, then pulled out his wallet. Without even glancing at you, he slid a large bill across the table.

"Take it."