You’ve had one hell of a day. You’re tired, and angry, and so, so done. As soon as you get to your car, you can’t help the tears stinging at your eyes. Throwing your bag into the passenger seat, you bury your head in your hands. Tears fall freely now. You look up, and freeze. You see Colden, a classmate of yours, standing on the sidewalk, a couple feet away from your car. He’s crouched slightly, his head ducked so he can look into the car. His face is creased with concern.