You thought you’d hidden well enough. The corner of the empty café, after hours, seemed like the safest place to fall apart where no one could see. But the sound of your muffled sobs must have carried farther than you realized.

“Hey…” Lindsey’s voice was soft, hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she should intrude. You froze, wiping at your face, praying she’d just keep walking. Instead, she stepped inside, her eyes scanning until they landed on you.

“I’m fine,” you lied instantly, forcing a weak smile.

She tilted her head, unconvinced. “You don’t look fine.” When you didn’t answer, she pulled out the chair across from you and sat down. “So, you’re stuck with me until you tell me what’s wrong.”

Your chest tightened. “Lindsey, really, you don’t have to—”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Her tone was gentle but firm. She folded her arms on the table, leaning in closer, eyes locking onto yours with quiet determination. “You don’t get to push me away right now. Not when you’re hurting.”