As the first attendees trickled in, Alex felt a swell of confidence. He and Mia set up their booth, featuring homemade baked goods and promotional flyers for local events. He smiled at the people who stopped by to chat, and while the earlier tension with Tyler was still fresh in his mind, he let the energy of the fair wash over him.
Mia glanced over at him, adjusting the display of pastries. "You're really in the groove today, Alex. I can't believe how easily you're chatting with everyone!"
"Thanks! I feel different," he admitted, trying to pinpoint exactly what he meant. "I guess being able to stand up to Tyler did something for me."
"Alex...you need to be assertive and confident more often," Then after pausing for a moment Mia said "You should have seen your face you went from scared to being kind of a badass," she laughed.
"I'd like to think so," Alex said, grinning. "But seriously, it feels good to not be so afraid."
Mia nodded, her expression earnest. "You deserve to feel that way. This community is our home, and it's time to claim it. You're part of it just as much as anyone else."
"Thanks, Mia. I really appreciate your support. Being here with you today makes it easier," he replied, feeling a warmth spread through him.
Just then, Mia's younger sister Kyra, a timid girl with big brown eyes, approached with their grandfather, Harrold. Kyra clung to Harrold's leg, her shyness evident as she peeked out from behind him. "Hey, Kyra!" Mia called, kneeling down to her level. "Come say hi to Alex!"
Kyra hesitated, but Harrold gently nudged her forward. "It's okay, sweetheart. He's a friend," he assured. Despite her initial reluctance, Kyra stepped out from her hiding spot, casting a shy smile at Alex.
"Hi," she whispered, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
"Hi, Kyra! Nice to meet you," Alex replied, matching her gentle demeanor. "I hear you're a great artist. Is that true?"
Kyra's face brightened a little, and she nodded bashfully. "I like drawing."
Harrold, observing the exchange, cleared his throat. "Alex, I'd like to have a word with you, if you don't mind."
"Sure, what's up?" Alex said, his curiosity piqued as he followed Harrold to a quieter corner of the bustling center.
Once they were alone, Harrold looked serious yet kind. "I know you've had quite a run-in with that boy, Tyler. I wanted to talk to you about something that might help." He paused, gauging Alex's reaction before continuing. "I found you a martial arts tutor who can train you starting tomorrow. I think it could really help you build confidence."
"Really?" Alex blinked, feeling a rush of unexpected excitement mixed with apprehension. "You mean I'll get to learn martial arts?"
Harrold nodded. "Yes. It's not just about defense—it's about discipline, respect, and finding your strength. I can schedule your lessons with him if you're interested."
"Definitely," Alex said, the prospect lighting a fire inside him.
"Good. I'll make the arrangements," Harrold replied, offering a reassuring smile. "Now, let's get back to the fair. I think Kyra would love to show you her drawings later."
"Sounds great," Alex said, as they walked back towards Mia and Kyra.