Natalie swirled the wine in her glass, nodding absentmindedly as Frank told his story. It wasn’t that she didn’t care except that, well, she guessed that she actually didn’t care.
“Honey,” Natalie said, interrupting something about how Frank’s client was a moron. “I’ve got to use the restroom. Back in a sec.”
Natalie stood up, picked up her purse, and walked across the restaurant. She rounded a corner into the hallway leading to the restrooms and placed her hand on the door to the ladies room. Before she could push it open, she was distracted by quiet sobbing from further down the hall.
Turning, Natalie saw a young guy. He looked to be in his late teens or early 20s. He wore a black suit that was too big for him and had his head in his hands. A look of compassion crossed Natalie’s face as she pivoted and walked towards the young man.
“Is everything OK?” she asked as he looked up at the sound of her heels clicking on the floor.
He looked up, his eyes moist and red. For a moment he seemed lost, but he quickly regained some composure.