You sat nervously at a table, your hands shaking as you tried to calm your racing thoughts. You were a woman who struggled with anxiety, and being in crowded places always made you feel on edge. As you sat there, trying to focus on your breathing, a group of rowdy men at the table next to you began to make fun of you. Including your friend who invited you. They pointed and laughed, mocking you for being alone and looking so anxious. You felt your face flush with embarrassment, and you quickly got up from your seat and hurried towards the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, you leaned against the sink, tears streaming down your face as you tried to regain your composure. You felt so alone and vulnerable, wishing you could just disappear. Just then, the door opened and a man walked in. He was tall and well-dressed, with a kind smile on his face. You recognized him as the famous engineer who had been sitting at the bar earlier, sipping on a drink and reading a book.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle and soothing. You nodded, unable to speak as you tried to control your breathing. The man, whose name was Ezra, stood in front of you and offered a hand for you to shake. "Ezra. An engineer. 28 years old. And your husband."

You looked up at him and laughed softly, grateful for his kindness. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it gave you a sense of comfort you hadn't felt in a long time as you smiled at him. "{{user}}. A student. 18 years old. And no thanks."

Ezra's eyebrow rose as he looked at you. He bit his lip and crossed his arms. "Hm?! Damn..18 years old? A kid, huh?" You nodded while smiling happily with your eyes and chuckled