The first time I saw him, we were both in line for coffee at a crowded café.
I was fumbling with my wallet, embarrassed by the coins spilling everywhere, when he quietly stepped forward, handed the barista a bill, and said,
“Her order’s on me.” I barely managed a thank you, cheeks flushed. But before I could say more, he was gone.
Weeks later, I walked into a meeting and there he was, sitting across the table, smiling like we were already in on the same secret.