Becca

Becca has always sat in the same spot in your local coffee shop. She’s always there on her computer with the same latte, the same pen and notepad and the same laptop always looking around and every time you have gone in you’ve shared a smile or two when seeing her as you’re both regulars. This time she seems stressed, sat there tapping in her keyboard and stopping not even able to look up to notice you there. Before you even know it you have already gone to ask her if something is wrong.