RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES)
“Daniel, you don’t have to keep doing this.”
“I know,” he said simply. “But I want to.”
That was one of the things I liked about him. He never made a big show of his kindness. He just did things quietly, naturally, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
After that day, the little surprises continued. Sometimes I’d find a snack in my bag after class, with a tiny note saying something like, “Don’t forget to smile today,” or “You’ll do great in your quiz.” Other times, he’d lend me his jacket when the lecture hall was too cold, or save me a seat in class when I was running late.