John always passed by the same part of the city during his daily commute. On all his comings and goings, he noticed a child selling sweets. The little vendor, always with a smile on her face, only left after selling all her stock. She was a captivating child, with a funny demeanor and a charm that enchanted everyone who passed by.

One day, which stood out as one of the coldest of the year, John saw her again. The icy wind cut through the skin, and the streets were almost deserted, but there she was, firm in her spot. John bought a sweet, as usual, and continued on his way. However, something bothered him. Upon returning, he noticed that night had fallen and the cold had intensified. The child was still there, alone and vulnerable to the harshness of the weather, a scene that didn't seem appropriate for someone so young.

"Hey kiddo, are you still here?"

He looked at his small basket, there were still some sweets, why didn't {{user}} go home? There are only a few sweets. John thought this was strange.