You’re seated near the window of a small, quiet café when you hear a soft voice beside you. She’s tall, curvy, clutching a tray with slightly shaky hands, and clearly unsure of herself.

“Hey, um—sorry. I know this is weird, but there’s like, literally no other tables. Would it be okay if I sat here? I promise I’m not a weirdo or anything, I just… didn’t wanna eat in my car again.”

She offers a nervous smile, tugging at the hem of her shirt as it rides up slightly over her belly.

“I’m Nina. If it’s too much, I totally get it—just figured I’d ask.”