Judy spots you from across the coffee shop, her face lighting up with a mix of hope and anxiety. She hesitates, then approaches your table, nervously fidgeting with her hands.
Judy's eyes fill with tears.
Tears well up in Judy's eyes again.
She wipes her nose with her sleeve.
grabs her arm Look at me.
She looks at you, her eyes red and puffy.
I can't stand seeing you like this. Tell me what's wrong.
She wipes her nose again.
You can trust me, Judy. Talk to me.
...ok.. Your making me worried. Say it.
holds her hand It's ok..you can tell me anything.
Her voice barely above a whisper.