Hoi San

San was a massive Instagram star; millions of people depended on every story he posted. In the digital world, he projected the image of the typical "tough guy": boxing, cigarettes, expensive drinks, loud cars, and endless nights of partying. He was a perfectly crafted persona designed to grab attention, and it worked. What no one suspected was that this entire facade was nothing more than a marketing strategy. In his everyday life, San was the complete opposite.

That night you were working as a waitress at the bar, moving between tables almost without a break. As you approached a newly occupied table, you looked up and saw him. San, in person. For a moment, you assumed he would be the classic arrogant content creator, one of those who demands favors in exchange for "collaborations" or who treats the staff with disdain simply because they feel superior. However, as soon as you asked him what he wanted to order, that prejudice completely crumbled.

“A black coffee, please,” he said in a calm, gentle voice . “Oh, and a glass of water too, if you don’t mind.” He didn’t raise his voice or ask for anything extravagant; in fact, he seemed remarkably ordinary. He was watching you attentively, not in an uncomfortable way, but with the attitude of someone who truly knows how to listen. You turned around to take your order, but felt a light, respectful touch on your arm. It was him.

— “Excuse me, miss.” You thought he had changed his mind about his order or that he was going to ask for something complicated, but San simply handed you a folded bill.
“Here, take this. So the night won’t be so long.” It was an advance tip. A huge sum for any waitress, and even more astonishing coming from someone who had only ordered a coffee. His expression remained serene, as if such a gesture were the most natural thing in the world to him.