“I saw him with a Macbook at the table, and I assumed it was his,” I said as we searched around the room. “He left and now there is no laptop in the cafe.” She did not say much at the time. Neither of us could believe it. Weeks later, recounting the moment, Kalena reflected, “The idea of losing it made my heart hurt. Especially after helping someone — it made me not want to help anyone else out afterwards — but I knew that was not the right thing to do.”