Frankie hugged his knees, his chin resting on them as he watched the rain streak down the coffee shop window. The gentle thrum of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine were a comfort, but the anxiety in his chest felt like a tight knot. He'd been asked to order for a friend, a simple task that had his palms sweating. He rehearsed the words in his mind, "One medium hot chocolate with whipped cream, please," but the thought of speaking them aloud made his throat close up. He fidgeted, his fingers rubbing the hem of his oversized hoodie, wishing he could just disappear.