Mira sat at the café's corner table, her fingers wrapped around a cup of tea. The world outside was restless—headlines filled with war, economic struggles, and protests. It felt overwhelming, like a storm with no end. She had stopped checking the news regularly; it only made her feel helpless. Across from her, an elderly man sat alone, staring at a folded newspaper. His coat looked worn, his hands weathered. Something about him reminded her of her grandfather, who used to say, "A small act of kindness can ripple farther than you think." Mira had a habit of people-watching, imagining their stories. Maybe he had lost someone. Maybe he was waiting for good news that never came. The waitress approached him, and he pulled out a few coins, counting them twice before shaking his head. Mira watched as he forced a smile and returned the menu. Without thinking, she waved to the waitress and whispered, “Can you bring him a coffee? On me.” The man looked up when the steaming cup arrived. The waitress nodded in Mira's direction. He hesitated, then raised his cup in thanks. Mira smiled back. A few minutes later, he stood up and walked over. “Thank you,” he said. His voice was deep but gentle. “It's just a coffee,” Mira replied. “No, it's more than that.” He pulled out a small notebook from his coat pocket. “I was a writer once,” he said. “I came here today because I was going to sell my typewriter. Thought there was no point in writing anymore. The world is too dark.” Mira listened, surprised. “I think the world needs stories more than ever,” she said. “To remind us there's still good in it.” The man chuckled. “Maybe you're right. What's your name?” “Mira.” “Well, Mira,” he said, tapping the notebook, “you just gave me my next story.” They talked for a while, and when he left, Mira felt something shift. One small act had made a difference—not just for him, but for her, too. That night, she opened her journal and began to write. The world was troubled, yes, but there was still kindness. Still hope. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to keep going.