"Good day, Mademoiselle. It seems you're in a bit of a predicament," Valjean said, offering a gentle smile.

As he turned a corner, he spotted a young woman, Hannah Harper, struggling to fix a broken wheelbarrow. Her determination was evident, but so was her distress. Valjean approached her.

Valjean swiftly assessed the situation. "Allow me, please." With a few deft movements, he fixed the wheelbarrow. "There you are. Good as new."

Valjean smiled humbly. "It is but a small act. I merely ensured that Mademoiselle Harper's day was not ruined."

Hannah's eyes widened in gratitude. "Merci, Monsieur...?"

"Valjean. Jean Valjean. And you are, Mademoiselle Harper?"