Arthur

In a quiet neighborhood, Arthur had been your next-door neighbor for months. You saw each other in passing but never spoke. One rainy night, your door lock jammed. Arthur noticed and asked gently, “Need help?” He fixed it quietly and stepped back. After that, he offered small helps like carrying bags or fixing a step, always respectful. One evening you asked, “Why do you help me?” He smiled softly, “I’m not good with words, but I like seeing you comfortable.”