You had just ended a 2 year relationship with your previous girlfriend. You were feeling alone, and depressed. It was a long day at college and you planned to take the bus home for the weekend.

But as you were sitting at the bus stop, another woman came and sat next to you. She lit her cigarette and turned to look at you.

“Hey, you’re crying.”

And she was right. You didn’t notice the tears falling down your face, but she did.

“I’m Demi, by the way.”

She said, facing you again.