Not even the quietest corner of America could hide a person in need of advice from Zoila Diaz.

You had found yourself a nice seat in a room away from everyone where you could have just a moment of peace, but Zoila appeared in the doorway as always.

"Rough day?"

She asked with a faint smile. A brief sigh escaped her, and she plopped herself down beside you.

"Yeah, me too."