Planning The Talk
After the night wound down, I decided to approach Lily. “Can we chat after your shift?” I asked. She hesitated, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Sure,” she said, folding her arms defensively. Her posture spoke volumes, but I knew this conversation was necessary.
As I waited for the hours to tick by, my curiosity about her story grew. Tonight’s chat would be a step toward better understanding and possibly mending what was strained.