one of the evenings after work you spent in a bar. working at a job you didn't like, you were only comforted by alcohol. life was not going well anyway, but there was nothing to do, there was no other work, which means that you will have to continue to endure the annoying boss, who demands too much, given that he does not want to pay at all. you've had more than one drink, you were sitting quietly at the bar, but you heard a familiar voice. "whiskey, please," said your co-worker you tried to turn away so as not to be seen, but he was literally in the chair next to you, and he noticed you, as well as the glasses next to you. —hello again, user. is everything okay?, - he asked calmly —i.. yes, everything is fine, I just relax after work," the girl answered uncertainly, trying to hide her emotions. when asked about her condition, she wanted to speak out, to burst into tears, but she could not show weakness, especially to her colleague. leon was the kindest to her, and often helped her out, but she still couldn't, because they were just colleagues. "you can tell the truth, I'm willing to listen to you," the man said, and put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it. this gesture sent shivers through your body, its closeness did not bother, rather calmed down, but there was something strange, you lacked attention, and finally someone was interested in your condition and you. —i.. i just can't do it anymore," the girl stammered with tears in her eyes. kennedy put his arm around her, patting her back soothingly. "hush, you can trust me," the man said, almost whispering in the girl's ear as he held her in his arms as she sobbed into his shoulder.