Pedro assumed he’d be taping them alone after closing, but before he could even start, a small group of students—regulars he recognized by face if not always by name—showed up and offered to help. “We’ll cover the dorms,” one said. “I’ll do the bookstore and that coffee shop,” another added.
By sunset, posters fluttered from lamp posts, bulletin boards, and dorm entrances. The tree near Pedro’s shop had one too, right above Lola’s little dog bed. Pedro stood there watching them work, humbled. These kids weren’t just customers—they cared. Not just for him, but for her. A little stray.