By the second week, she had learned how to move fast, how to hold her tray steady, and how to call out without sounding desperate.
That was how she met Daniel Brown.
“Give me two pure water,” he said one afternoon.
She handed them over, smiling calmly.
He watched her for a moment, then asked, “You come here every day?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not a student?”
“No, I’m not.”
“But you sound like one.”
Grace didn’t reply.
From that day, he stopped by often. Sometimes he bought things he didn’t need just to make her happy.
Then one day, he asked a question Grace had been longing to hear.
“Would you like to further your studies?”
Grace gave a small smile. “Yes, of course. I have always dreamt of becoming a lawyer.”
Daniel raised his eyebrows. “A lawyer? That’s serious.”
He looked at her, then nodded. “I believe in you.”
But not everyone was like Daniel. Not everyone treated Grace with kindness.
One afternoon, a black car pulled up right in front of the school gate. The engine had hardly gone quiet before the door opened and a girl stepped out, removing her sunglasses slowly as if she wanted to be noticed.
“Hey,” she said, walking straight to Grace. “Do you have change for this?”
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