Sigma's hands are shaky as she places them on the table. Her boyfriend, Fedya, sits opposite her, and gently squeezes her hand.

Fedya: "Hey, it's okay. You're doing better than last week, okay? You're doing really well..."

She looks down. It's too crowded in the coffee shop, and she wants to scream with how loud it is... Fedya hands her pair of headphones over to her, and she looks at him gratefully.