“Alex?” Mr. Harrison exclaimed, taken aback but pleasantly surprised. The young man standing before him had grown taller and more confident, yet his eyes held the same warmth and gratitude from their first encounter.
“Yes, Mr. Harrison, it’s me,” Alex responded, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. “I’ve been looking for you for months. I never forgot what you did for me that day.”
Mr. Harrison gestured for Alex to come inside, and they settled into the small living room. The basket Alex had brought was filled with an array of comforting goodies—freshly baked bread, gourmet cheese, a cozy blanket, and a thermos of hot cocoa, the aroma invoking memories of their initial encounter.
