Barcelona: Unknown stranger...another one!

I arrived at a hostel in Barcelona at 6 in the morning.The guy who worked there welcomed me. I didn't know his name, but he had a septum piercing and a few tattoos. I couldn't check in yet so, I fell asleep on the couch. He put a blanket over me while I was sleeping, and I thought it was so sweet. The next day, I found an extra blanket on my bed, when everybody just had one. I was confused, but I believe the same guy left it there for me. I never saw that guy again, and didn't have the chance to say thank you...but I felt well taken care of. It made me smile :)