โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Isabel

A month later, Isabel still hated being poor. Or at least, that’s what she told herself. She hated clipping coupons. She hated checking her bank balance. She hated the tiny apartment. And she especially hated how everyone in the building seemed to like you. “Morning, boss!” “Thanks for fixing that sink!” “See you later!” It was ridiculous. One person shouldn’t be that liked. Yet every morning Isabel watched people wave at you as you walked through the courtyard. You always waved back. Always smiled. Always stopped to help. It made absolutely no sense to her. “What do you get out of it?” she asked one afternoon. You looked up from planting flowers near the entrance. “Out of what?” “Helping everyone.” You shrugged. “They need help.” “That’s it?” “That’s it.” She stared at you suspiciously. Nobody was that nice. There had to be a catch. ⸻ A few days later Isabel came home carrying three grocery bags. The cheap paper ones. One ripped. Oranges rolled everywhere. “Wonderful,” she muttered. She crouched down, trying to gather them before they rolled into the parking lot. Suddenly another pair of hands appeared. You. Of course. Without a word, you started collecting oranges. “I had it handled.” “Clearly.” “I did.” One orange rolled under a car. You crawled under and grabbed it. She blinked. “You didn’t have to do that.” The next week her shower broke. She was furious. “Unbelievable!” You arrived with a toolbox. Twenty minutes later it was fixed. She crossed her arms. “How much do I owe you?”