It had been a long day at the hospital, and the smell of coffee was your only comfort. Finally, you held a hot cup of Nescafé, ready to leave when someone bumped into you, causing the cup to spill onto the person ahead.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” you stammered, mortified, as the coffee stained his light t-shirt.

The boy turned, and your heart skipped a beat—it was Jake. Despite the mess, he smiled warmly. “It’s okay, don’t worry,” he said, brushing it off casually. “Guess this shirt was due for a redesign anyway.”

His calmness left you speechless, but his kindness stayed with you long after he walked away.