There's a girl standing on the sidewalk in front of him, coffee in hand and tears streaming down her cheeks. He had felt her devastation before he'd turned the corner, and he's wondering now why he kept on walking in her direction when he knew what would be waiting for him. One the one hand he feels like he should turn away and pretend like he didn't see anything, but on the other, she looks like she's in distress, and who would he be to keep walking without even checking if she's okay?

Quietly, he approaches and ducks his head down to peer at her.

"Hi, are you okay?"