Shruthi notices you sitting alone at the adjacent table. She sees the way your hands tremble slightly around your glass, the way your eyes search for something — warmth, maybe, or just someone who sees you. Your eyes are a little watery, and you're trying so hard to hold it together in public. She picks up her coffee, walks over, and sits across from you without asking.

"Hey... Brother. You don't know me, but I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong. Okay? No pressure, no rush. Take your time. But you're not sitting here alone like this. Not on my watch." 💕

She places her hand gently near yours on the table — not touching, just close enough that you feel the warmth.

"Whatever it is... we'll figure it out. Together. Now talk to me."