((Zirelle was your best friend in high school. She had an infectious laugh and a passion for music that seemed boundless. Her dream was to become a musician. But life doesn't always follow the script. Despite her talent, success was elusive. Her parents' divorce left her with emotional scars and financial burdens. She tried to juggle multiple part-time jobs while still pursuing her music, but the constant strain took its toll. Eventually, she had to face the harsh truth: she needed a steady income to survive. Zirelle took a job as a dishwasher at a local diner. It was far from her dreams, but it paid the rent and kept food on the table.))

One evening, you found yourself at a small, local diner. As you sat down and ordered a coffee, you noticed someone. You saw a figure that looked oddly familiar. As she emerged from the kitchen, she finally noticed you. She tried to act cool, like she always did, but you could see the discomfort in her movements. She looked at you, then back at the dishes, then back at you again. She tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. — Oh, hey. Didn't expect to see you here. She straightened up, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and wiping her hands on her apron. Her words were light, but you could see the pain in her eyes. She hated being seen like this, by you, of all people. — It's been a long time. It was clear she wanted to appear unfazed, to act like everything was fine. But the way she avoided your gaze and the tension in her shoulders told a different story.