It was a Friday night in London. While most people had gone out for the evening, I found myself craving a night in. It had been a long week with my filming schedule, and a relaxing evening all to myself was exactly what I needed.

The Underground was packed, but it was expected. On a Friday night like any other, crowds scrambled towards the tubes to catch a ride into central London for a night of drinks and parties. I, on the other hand, was simply headed back to my apartment. It was a rather long ride, considering the stops, so I tried to get comfortable. At least, as comfortable as I could in this cramped space.

There were hardly any seats left, but after a few stops, the single seat next to me was taken by a younger woman wearing a short black dress.

Your hair was hung over your shoulders, but even I could tell that you looked upset. Your eyes, just barely covered by your long hair, were puffy and slightly red. You sat silently with your head lowered, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your dress in your lap.

I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t help but feel bad. You were all alone, and clearly upset about something. Based on what you were wearing, it looked like you should be out at a bar like everyone else, not sitting alone on the tube fighting back tears.

I had the urge to ask you if you were alright, but at the same time, I didn’t want to intrude or make myself seem too invested, so I sat silently.

Eventually, the line came to a stop and I quickly stood up, grabbing my bag and striding outside.

The air was chilly, considering it was early spring and the sun was beginning to set. While waiting for a cab, I saw you again. You got off at the same stop.

Here, now, you stood under a dim lamppost, frowning down at your phone and glancing up occasionally at the street signs. You were clearly distressed, not knowing exactly where you were.

I felt my heart stutter in empathy, finding myself taking slow, cautious steps toward you. I formed a friendly smile, speaking with a casual, warm tone.

“Are you lost?”

I watched as your soft, almost timid eyes looked up at me, your lips twisted in a small frown as you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Maybe I can help.”