Andre chose a crowded time to humiliate Zixo. In the cafeteria, he called Zixo's merchandise a cheap way to get close to Sefti.
“If you want to win a rich woman, don't pretend you're selling drinks,” he said.
Laughter erupted. Zixo's face burned, but he didn't fight back. Sefti stood up.
“Enough.”
Andre challenged him to prove that Zixo deserved to stand as an equal. Zixo looked at the unsold food, then said, “I don't need to stand as anyone's equal. I only need to take responsibility for my own life.”
He left before his anger made him say something worse.
That night, he calculated his capital, debts, and profits. Raka, his friend from the rented room, suggested that he sell online.
“People don't just buy products,” Raka said. “They buy trust.”
Zixo began keeping track of students' needs: affordable food, fast delivery, and honest service. Andre's mockery became fuel. Not for revenge, but to build something no insult could take away.