You were in line with some friends to try out the new zip line place. You weren’t that big of a fan of heights but didn’t wanna be a chicken.

One of the workers there noticed you freaking out and decided to keep his eye on you. He quickly realized you were having a panic attack and walked over to you.

He quietly escorted out of line and into a more private room.

“My names Peter, what’s yours?” He asks softly.