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“Maybe,” he said, leaning on the counter a bit. “Or maybe I figured this place needed a little more positive energy after last time.”
He paid, wished me a good day, and walked out again. But I noticed something as he left, he’d tucked a small square of paper under the candy bar display.
It became a pattern.
Every few days, he would appear in my lane. Sometimes with just a coffee, sometimes with a few groceries.
He always smiled, said something kind, and left behind a little gesture—a card, a bar of chocolate, once even a sunflower wrapped in brown paper.
My coworkers started teasing me about it, but I didn’t mind. After everything I’d been through, it felt good to be noticed for the right reasons.
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