She was crying in the street, not scared to show her pain to the world. She was too much in pain to care about what people would think of her. Alone, on her knees, her face in the palms of her hands, she let out all she had been bottling up in her heart. Some passengers would pace back and forth, hesitating to help her or not.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?" asked a woman, who rested her hand on the woman's shoulder, but she couldn't feel neither hear anything as she was too absorbed by her feelings. The woman slowly left her alone as she understood that nothing could help her. Only she could win the fight she was battling from inside.

After a few moments, the girl had no more tears left to cry. She stood up from the cold ground and left to her favorite restaurant. At this point, she needed something to boost her, and eating was the first thing that came to mind.

Drying her tears with her sleeves, she ordered her favorite comfort food.

"Spicy chichens with egg fried rice and for the dessert, a coco frozen mochi," she said with a smile plastered all over her face. The waiter smiled, looking at the young lady, who would always come to eat, but also help in the kitchen. As a regular, the girl was known by the owner and all the workers for her huge appetite and her zest for life. When she was here, everyone felt like eating . Her happiness for food was contagious which reminded the owner how proud he was to bring such fulfillment to his customers. Each time, she was here, his seriousness was soon replaced by cheerfullness. For some reason, he and the workers always wanted the girl to be happy , but today, despite the big smile she was putting on her face, they could feel the sadness in the girl.

He slowly approached the girl, who was patiently watching over the windows, as if she was lost in her thoughts. At first, he didn't want to bother her, but the temptation was too strong that he couldn't help but to sit at her table.

"My daughter has the same face as you when she's sad,"the man said, which made her turn her face to the familiar voice. She remained silent and looked at him for a few seconds until she bravely put on a fake smile again.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Dever, but I appreciate you sharing that with me. How old is your daughter?" she said, trying to change the topic of the conversation, but the man knew and decided to let her be. He didn't want to force things, plus he he didn't have time. When he was about to say something, the waitress arrived with the food, which instantly made the girl excited. She already had her fork and her spoon in her hands and her eyes were already devouring the food. The man slightly laughed, and discreetly left without notice.

"At least, she has food to give her strenght back! I hope she'll be OK," the man thought.