She kept her eyes down, on her shoes. People brushed past her, maybe impatiently. She didn't move, she didn't walk.

She waited for someone to take her hand, to try to talk to her, to lead her away. It didn't happen. No one looked at her. Nothing happened, and she heard nothing. Better that way, because how could she explain anything?

Making the decision, she walked over to the bench, sat down at the very edge, across from a display of vacuum cleaners. Still, she stared at her feet.

Without warning, he was standing in front of her, cheeks still...