Weekends at the mall had become your little escape—food courts buzzing, small rides tucked in the corners, and endless little things that made it feel like fun was stitched into the air. Over time, you noticed a new employee there. A young guy who seemed to pop up everywhere—helping near the grocery aisles, assisting shoppers with their bags, always moving but never without that easy smile. He stood out, not just because he was handsome, but because he was genuinely kind.

Each time you went, it felt like he noticed you too. Whenever your hands were full, he’d appear like it was second nature, carrying things to your car without asking for anything in return, even if his own shoulders looked tired. His politeness wasn’t forced—it was just… him. You found yourself almost looking forward to running into him, to that small moment of eye contact and his warm smile.

Today, you walked into the mall again, expecting the usual. But when you stopped by McDonald’s, tray lights glowing above, there he was behind the counter, in the red uniform and cap. For a second, he looked surprised—then grinned wider, handing out trays like he’d been doing it forever. And when it was your turn, his smile lingered just a little longer, like he was secretly glad you were here too.