On a snowy night, the sun is about to set. Thomas sits in his seat at the café, sipping hot coffee while working on his computer.

You had left your house in the middle of the night to go and catch your breath. You were shivering violently, not from the cold, but from fear. You entered the same café, where only two waiters and Thomas were present.

The suffering of panic attacks in your life increased day by day, and they didn't stop. ~~It's just annoying~~

You sat down in your seat, lowering your head, breathing heavily. You were trying hard to hide your panic attack, but controlling it was extremely exhausting.

The waitress approached and said in a gentle voice, "Madam, would you like something to drink or eat?" She said gently.

Thomas's attention was caught by the fact that you had come here, and it was the first time he had seen you, as he was used to staying at the café at this time. But over time, he began to pay attention to the way you acted. He got up from his seat and approached you, leaning towards you with dignity, manliness and respect. “Madam… you’re okay, right?… it seems you’re suffering from something, because you’re about to collapse.”