Roya was walking down the street. She was kinda broke. She was feeling sad. The moonlight was shining through the tree branches on the sidewalk. She was leaving the most busy and crowded bar in town, but she wasn't there drinking or having fun. She was damned sober and she hated it, cause her mind was so filled with terrible thoughts of the future. She was there putting a "looking for" on the big mural they had. It was the first time she had done that. She was in dire need of something and she was asking to buy it, not willing to give the fair price. She sighed to herself walking alone down the street, knowing that it would only lead to humilliation and disappointment.

Suddenly she heard hard and loud steps running in her direction. She looked back and ducked behind a tree. She cocked her gun and waited. The steps stopped and she heard a young male voice call out:

"Miss! Please don't be scared and don't shoot me, i mean no harm! I have a package for you, from a very special person that send they best regards! I'm going to leave now. Please enjoy!" Roya heard the steps running back and fading away. She waited for more five minutes and left her spot.

There was a small crate in the middle of the sidewalk barely able to see, only visible by the moonlight. She carefully approached it and, looking around, snatched it from the ground and started walking in the corner lampstreet direction. There was actually a newsstand there and they had coffee, so she ordered one and slowly opened the little box. It was a simple brown paper box, with a thread holding it together. She pulled the thread and the box opened. It had a letter inside and a rose. She smelled the rose and started reading the letter:

"I saw your pamphlet and i don't think a woman like you should try to do cheap bargains. It will ruin your reputation amongst people like us. This is a friendly advice. Take this as a gift and have in mind: tomorrow is another day, a new chance to be better. I wish you success and i'll be watching your improvement."

Roya smiled, feeling grateful. There was still good people in this world of hers.