Helanie:
"Thank you so much for taking care of my needs all this time," I said, expressing my gratitude to the warrior as I bid him farewell. He had just dropped me off at the entrance of the academy. It was my first day in the hostel, and a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbled within me as I wondered who my roommates might be.
"It was a pleasure. Let me know if you ever need anything," he replied with a warm smile. His kind green eyes stood out, and I noticed the streaks of gray in his hair—likely a testament to years of hard work. He appeared to be in his late forties.
"I will, Mr. Henderson." The moment his name left my lips, he froze, his expression flickering between surprise and gratitude.
"You're the first person to remember my name. Most people don't bother," he said, visibly moved by the acknowledgement. It was actually like that. People like him and I appreciated smaller gestures.
