Tonight's encounter happened as I was going home.

A man in his late twenties or early thirties approached me in front of the gardens of the station saying, “brother, do you have any candles?”

I was a bit baffled at the request so I said, half laughing, “sorry but I don't usually bring any with me.”

“No, no. I mean at home.”

“I should have some tea lights, why?”

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“Can you bring them to me? I really need them.”

I didn't really know what to tell him but, after some pondering, I said, “sure, wait here for me.”

He thanked me and I went home, left the dog there, got a few tea lights from a drawer and went outside again.

I found him where I had left him, in front of the park. When he saw me he said, “bro, do you have them?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said and gave him the tea lights.

“Thanks, you've been a great help, we forgot to pay the bills and they cut off our electricity,” he said and left before I could say anything, baffled as I was.