Worrying about the wrong person

Leon gazed at someone from behind the tinted windows of his car. He had been sitting and engrossed in observing a woman who was distributing roses to pedestrians. His smile continued to grace his face, even though some onlookers stared at him with disapproval and a few even scoffed. However, he smiled again, as if to strengthen his resolve.

"Roses, Miss," he said, extending a single red rose tied with a beautiful yellow ribbon that read 'rose for angel' to a passerby. Several women smiled warmly as they accepted the roses he offered, becoming a source of strength for him to endure the cold weather in Los Angeles.

"Roses, Sir," he repeated as he saw a man approaching, seemingly in a hurry. But instead of taking the rose, the man, busy on his phone, bumped into the woman's hand, causing the rose she was extending to fall to the ground.

"You're blocking my way! I'm in a hurry," he snapped, glaring at the woman with annoyance. Incidents like this had happened not just once or twice; perha