The shop was small—four tables and a few plastic chairs—but it was always buzzing. Students came not just for the food but for the atmosphere Pedro had built over the years. It was more than a quick meal—it was a refuge, a place where they could be themselves and feel seen.
Pedro worked tirelessly behind the counter, always ready with a smile, a quick joke, and an ear for students. He’d never been to college himself, but that didn’t stop him from being a mentor. They came to him not just for hotdogs, but for the advice only someone like him could offer.