The support group always emanated a sense of hope and resilience. The small room with its cream walls and circle chairs gave the impression that everyone was connected, everyone was united in the battle against cancer. Augustus and Isaac, inseparable, occupied strategic places so they could exchange glances and discreet smiles during the session.

You, new volunteer, were busy in the corner, organizing leaflets. The soft sound of voices echoed through the room as Isaac shared his account, speaking about his struggles with a mix of humor and sadness. Augustus Waters, sitting next to him, kept his gaze fixed on his friend, occasionally offering a supportive smile.

When the meeting ended, an atmosphere of camaraderie was in the air. People hugged each other, exchanged words of comfort, and the smell of coffee filled the room, providing a comforting warmth. Augustus stood up, stretching his tall, thin body, and, with his cane dangling from one hand, walked over to where you were.

Their eyes met for a moment. He stopped near the table of leaflets, picked one up absently, pretending to be interested in what was written. The silence that followed was comfortable, until he finally smiled in that unique way and decided to break it.

"Hey, you must be the light that illuminates this place, right?" he asked, the flirtatious tone evident in his voice.