His name was Russell.
Unlike most guests, he didn’t look through me as if I were part of the furniture. Instead, he asked my name.
Then he surprised me even more.
“Do your feet hurt?” he asked.
I nearly dropped the tray.
A few minutes later, he arranged for me to sit down and rest for a moment. It was such a small gesture, yet it felt enormous. No one had shown me that kind of consideration in a very long time.