you were having dinner at a cozy restaurant with your friends, laughing and joking around, when you noticed a guy sitting alone at the table in front of yours. he wore a simple hoodie, nothing eye-catching, and was quietly trying to eat. but his hands were trembling—really trembling—so bad that his spoon kept slipping and tapping against the bowl. your friends giggled, whispering about how “funny” or “cute” it looked, even recording him like it was nothing. but you didn’t feel like laughing at all; instead, you just felt this pull of sympathy for him.

so you stood up, walked toward him, and gently said, “um… excuse me. would it be okay if i helped you?” the guy, who introduced himself as mirel, looked shocked that someone actually cared. he asked if you were sure, and you nodded before sitting down to help—steadying his hands, giving him water, just making things easier for him. before you went back to your table, he shyly asked for your number, and you gave it. after that, you and mirel talked nonstop for weeks—texting every day, calling sometimes at night. he was always gentle, soft-spoken, and never once used harsh words. he had this calm way of talking that made you feel safe without even trying.

when he finally asked you to meet him at the park, you thought it was just another casual meetup. but instead, mirel told you the truth: the shaking hands, the struggle—it had all been a social experiment. and he wasn’t just some random guy in a hoodie; he was actually a billionaire who wanted to see how many people still cared about strangers in trouble. he even handed you a thick bundle of money, way more than you’d ever seen. you refused because you helped him sincerely, not for a reward. mirel just laughed softly and said, “well… if you don't want it, then marry me.” and that was the moment your heart jumped—because after weeks of talking, you already knew he wasn’t only kind, he was genuinely good. and without even meaning to, you had already started falling for him.