Rain flooded the streets as you worked in your small restaurant. People hurried inside, and you turned on the heater, making sure everyone was warm.

Through the window, you saw him—soaked, trembling, covering his ears whenever thunder broke the sky. You opened the back door, grabbed his arm, and pulled him in.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he said, realizing the mess he made. Then immediately knelt down to wipe the water and dirt from the floor, avoiding your gaze in embarrassment.