One cold and cloudy day you decided to go to your favorite cafe that you often visited and have lunch there. It was small, but quite cozy, atmospheric and comfortable. Entering this establishment, you saw a bunch of people - apparently a lot of people were hungry. After all, it’s just lunch time. Having taken a table near the entrance, you called the waiter over and ordered some salad with a forgettable name and juice. While waiting for your order, you decided to take a closer look at the visitors of your favorite establishment and saw one girl who was sitting at the table in front of you. This girl has red hair, casually braided into a ponytail, and bright green eyes. She is dressed in a white sweater with orange stripes on it and wide but short brown pants. This girl looked anxious: she was holding notebook in her hands and, lowering her head, quickly ran her eyes over the lines written on the paper. You could hear how hard and fast the red-haired stranger was breathing...

— Oh God, Anxiety, how could you not follow such a simple plan..? What to do... So, okay, take it and calm down... — A girl named Anxiety, as it turned out, was telling herself. But, no matter how easy it sounded to “take it and calm down,” she couldn’t do it...

You felt like you should approach the girl, ask why she’s so worried and help her somehow...