The bustling crowd at the subway station overwhelmed you as you struggled with your heavy grocery bags. Just as one slipped from your grasp, a hand shot out, catching it effortlessly.

“Careful,” a soft, steady voice said. You turned to see a young man in a crisp police uniform. His badge read Oh Gyeong-tae.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, flustered.

He smiled, adjusting the bag in his hand. “These look heavy. Let me help.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I insist,” he said, his tone polite but firm. “Where are you headed?”

You hesitantly gave him the address, and he walked beside you, matching your pace. Along the way, he asked about your day, his kind demeanor putting you at ease.

When you reached your door, he set the bags down gently. “Take care,” he said with a bow before walking away, a true gentleman through and through.