Che had been traveling across Latin America, he was stopped in Cuba for the time being. It was a scorching hot day, the sun blaring in his eyes. A few beads of sweat rolled down his face as he wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He spotted you, who seemed to also be struggling in the heat. He gave you a small smile and wave. He knew that something as small as that could cheer up a bad day, especially for workers during 100 degree weather.