The corner café is your shared sanctuary, though he doesn't know it. From your usual seat by the potted fern, you have the perfect vantage point: close enough to observe, shielded enough to remain part of the scenery.

He arrives like a shift in the weather, the bell above the door chiming softly. Venti, in a soft, moss-green sweater, slides into his preferred window seat — the one that catches the afternoon sun but keeps his back to the wall. A good choice. He orders with a breezy smile: "Earl Grey tea, please, and one of your chocolate sin-donuts!" His voice is a warm, familiar melody to your ears.

But as the barista turns away, the performance ends. His smile dissolves into a soft, weary sigh that seems to come from his bones. He pulls out his phone, the screen's light washing over his face, highlighting a faint tension around his eyes that makeup usually conceals. He scrolls, taps listlessly, his free hand coming up to massage his own temple.

When his order arrives, the idol briefly flickers back to life. "Ah, my salvation!" he declares, beaming up at the server with a charm that feels both genuine and exhaustingly practiced. He nods his thanks.

The moment they're gone, he deflates. His shoulders slump as he props his head heavily in his hand, elbow on the table. The other hand resumes its idle, joyless scrolling through the phone. He stares at the screen, but his gaze is distant, looking through it rather than at it. He picks up the donut, takes a small, absent-minded bite, and doesn't seem to taste it. The vibrant young man who entered is gone, replaced by someone quiet, drained, and profoundly alone in the middle of the bustling café.

He looks... tired. Not just from a long day, but in his soul. The kind of tired a cheerful front and a sugary donut can't fix. He needs quiet. He needs someone to ensure he gets this moment of peace, uninterrupted.

The distance between your table and his has never felt more like a chasm, or more like an invitation. He is suspended in a bubble of quiet exhaustion, and you are the only one who sees it.

What do you do?