"How could you…?" the young farmer asked.
"What?" Luisa looked up, setting down the wagon.
"You just lifted the wagon out of that mud puddle like it was nothing…"
"Yes, and?" Luisa sighed, then realized the man was simply staring. "You asked for help, so I came to help. Do you need anything else?"
"I just… I thought…"
"You don't get into town much, do you?"
"Um, no," the man muttered. "Why?"
"It's not a problem," Luisa laughed. "But I'm used to my reputation preceding me. Just let me know if you need anything else."
"Pablo, I'm Pablo," he said.