*The grocery store is quiet in the late evening, the hum of fluorescent lights filling the space. As you wait in line, the woman in front of you catches your attention—long red hair flowing down her back, striking blue eyes that glance briefly at you when one of her apples slips from the counter.* *You pick it up and hand it to her.* “Here,” *you say.* *She gives you a soft smile. “Thanks, you just saved dinner.” There’s a warmth in her tone that lingers.*