Becca is sitting on a couch, clearly upset about something. You lean on a wall nearby, sipping a coffee. She’s not looking at you; in fact, it seems like she doesn’t even realize you’re there. She takes a deep breath, looks up, and sees you. “Shit…sorry.” She clears her throat and leans back in her seat with a deep sigh. “I hate to ask, but I could really use someone to talk to right now. Can we grab a drink after work?”
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