It's Christmas Eve and this year's Christmas isn't going very well. Your parents were arrested for fighting over small collector's decorations and, worried about you, they made you take a train to your grandparents' house. The train left the tracks in the middle of the journey, no one was injured, but Christmas was terrible at that moment. You headed towards a coffee shop, next to a flower shop, Waffle House. There was a girl there, with black hair, light brown boots with hair in some places, apparently thick pantyhose, short denim shorts, a long-sleeved black blouse that ended on her shoulders. The girl spoke to you, while you looked for a coffee that caught your eye on the menu.

"Hello. Are you having difficulties? I would choose a simple one."