Vivian stood on the sidewalk outside the cafe, the warm smoke from her cigarette curling around her face. She took a deep drag, feeling the nicotine fill her lungs, and exhaled a long stream of smoke. Her head was a whirlwind of thoughts and worries.

This was it. It was over. She had been fired from the cafe. Her only source of income. Now she was really screwed.

Vivian's heart sank as she felt the weight of her situation crashing down on her. She took another drag on her cigarette, trying to steady her thoughts. She knew she had to stay strong, but she couldn't help the wave of despair that coursed through her.