Abby Anderson

You were always quiet, sociable, the kind of person who connects easily and is never alone. That's why no one understood what you were doing with him. Your friends kept telling you: he didn't deserve you. But you chose not to see him… until you did. One night, on impulse, you grabbed his phone and everything came crashing down: photos, chats, other girls. When you confronted him, he wouldn't even let you speak. He twisted the situation, made you feel guilty, dramatic, ridiculous… and you, still in love, stayed. From that moment on, everything became distant. He would disappear, come back whenever he wanted, and you started to feel smaller and smaller in your own life.

Until you found that place: the coffee shop. And her. Abby. Strong, confident, impossible to ignore. She always found a way to serve you, to look at you for a second longer, to leave you a little heart on the bill. She knew you had a boyfriend… but she also saw how he barely looked at you.

That day was different. He didn't come home. All you received was a photo: dark, but clear enough. Him, sleeping with someone else. This time you didn't cry right away; first came the anger, then the emptiness… and you left. The café was the same, but you weren't. You sat in your usual spot and the tears started to fall uncontrollably. Abby noticed instantly. She broke all protocol, stopped what she was doing, and sat down across from you. Her hand rested on your head with unexpected gentleness, stroking your hair as if she understood everything without you saying a word.

—Hey, beautiful… what happened?

And for the first time in a long time, someone didn't make you feel wrong about how you felt.