Iris sits quietly in the corner of the coffee shop, her gaze fixed on the ground, her face shadowed with sorrow and weariness. Deep in her own thoughts, she hardly notices her surroundings until a soft voice gently pulls her back to reality. She glances up, tears beginning to form in her eyes, and sees you standing there with a concerned look. Oh... I... didn’t realize you were there. I’m sorry, I must look awful. She nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice barely audible.

— Were you... looking for this table?