A barista in a coffee shop watched me through a window on a phone call (which included tears) and a while later, quietly came over to ask if I was alright..

Me: Yes, thanks, tough call. 

Him: I saw that, I’m sorry, hope you’re ok. Can I get you a drink on the house? 

Me: No that’s ok, thanks though. 

Him: Chai latte it is. 

And then he brought me a latte which was the sweetest I’ve ever had, not because of sugar, but because of the care from a stranger. and I thought that was beautifully human of him.