“You know,” he continued, “my mother has high blood pressure too. I carry this around for her.” He smiled, a warm, genuine expression that seemed to light up his eyes, dispelling any preconceived notions about him.

The elderly woman, still clutching her chest, looked up at him with a mix of surprise and gratitude. Her initial indignation faltered, replaced by vulnerability. The young man took out a blood pressure monitor, gently guiding her hand towards it. His actions were careful and respectful, his voice soothing.