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Her stomach growled with hunger. She approached a fruit stand where a burly man was selling apples. “Good morning,” Naya greeted him respectfully. “How much are the apples?” The vendor looked her up and down, noticing her shabby clothes and humble appearance. “Double for you,” he said with a cruel smile. “Three coins per apple.”

Naya knew it was an unfair price, but she needed to eat. She took out her few coins and was about to pay when a deep voice sounded behind her. “That price is highway robbery, Martinez. Apples cost one coin, as always.” Naya turned and saw a tall man with broad shoulders and a sun-weathered face. He wore clothes as worn as hers, a tattered hat, and boots with holes in them.

His eyes, however, shone with an honesty that Naya immediately recognized. “This is none of your business, Cole,” the vendor growled. “Go bother someone else.” “It’s everyone’s business when someone tries to rip people off,” Cole replied calmly but firmly. “Give him the apples at a fair price, or everyone in town will know you’re a thief.”

The vendor, furious but cornered, threw two apples at Naya. “Here, and get lost, both of you bums.” Cole picked up the apples from the ground, wiped them on his shirt, and handed them to Naya with a kind smile. “Don’t let guys like him make you feel bad,” he said. “Poverty doesn’t define who you are.” Naya looked at the stranger with curiosity.

She was the first person in Rio Seco to show her kindness. “Thank you,” she replied softly. “Why did you help me?” Cole shrugged. “Because I know what it’s like to be treated like garbage just because you don’t have money. I’ve lived that my whole life.” They walked away from the market together. Naya bit into one of the apples, savoring the sweetness that seemed even more delicious after the bitterness of rejection.

“My name is Naya,” she finally said. “Cole,” he replied, touching the brim of his hat in a polite gesture. “Welcome to Rio Seco, though it’s not exactly a welcoming place.” “I can see that.” Naya smiled sadly. “I tried to buy a few things at the store yesterday, and the owner practically kicked me out. Old Gordon. Yeah, he’s a grouch. Most people here are.”

They believe that having a little more money makes them better people. They arrived at a solitary tree on the outskirts of town where there was some shade. Cole sat on the ground and pointed to a spot next to it. “You have somewhere to stay,” he asked with genuine concern. “I built a little shelter with what I could find,” Naya admitted.

It’s not much, but it’s enough. Cole nodded in understanding. He himself lived in an abandoned shed behind the stable. If you need help reinforcing it, I can lend a hand. The sandstorms are terrible around here, and your shelter needs to be strong. Naya felt something warm expand in her chest.

I didn’t even know this man. But he was offering help without expecting anything in return. “Why are you being so kind to me?” he asked directly. Cole was silent for a moment, staring at the horizon, because I know loneliness. I lost my parents when I was a child. I grew up alone, working wherever I could, sleeping wherever I could. People looked at me with pity or contempt, but never with respect.

I learned that kindness is a rare gift in this world, and when I can give it, I do. His words touched Naya’s heart. Here was a man who had suffered, who had nothing material, but who possessed something far more valuable: a noble soul. “You’re different from everyone I’ve ever known,” Naya said gently.