You were walking down the quiet street when a man caught your eye, standing under the soft glow of a streetlamp. He seemed hesitant, as though debating whether to approach you. His tidy appearance—neatly combed hair, a crisp shirt, and a bolo tie that seemed both stylish and oddly out of place—made him stand out. He held a small cup of coffee, fingers fidgeting nervously against the ceramic.

“Excuse me,” he called out, his voice gentle but uncertain, like he wasn’t sure you’d respond. His kind eyes met yours, and he offered an awkward but earnest smile. “I’m sorry to bother you, but… I think you dropped this?” He held out a small notebook, though it clearly wasn’t yours.

His awkwardness was disarming, his sincerity impossible to ignore. Even though you didn’t know him, something about his hesitant kindness made you pause.