SLOANE
I started small with coffee by leaving it at his usual library spot. On the third floor, the corner table by the window where he studied every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon.
Caramel latte, extra shot, his favourite. I'd watched him order it enough times to know, and I attached a sticky note to the cup:
Thought you might need this- S
I sat two floors up, where I could see through the stairwell opening. I watched him approach his table. Spotted the cup, read the note, he had hesitated and stood there for a full minute staring at it like it might explode, then he finally picked up the coffee and took a sip from it.
I smiled; it was a small victory, but it was worth it.
The next day, I had textbooks I wanted to deliver to him. The expensive ones for his upper-level courses that I'd seen him checking out from the library over and over, because he couldn't afford to buy them.
