Stacy stepped into the coffee shop, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the chatter of patrons filled the air. An Xin sat at a corner table, her face tinged with a mix of anticipation and frustration.
As Stacy approached, she caught sight of An Xin and her friend engaged in conversation. An Xin's friend seemed visibly upset, her brows knitted in worry as she listened intently to a phone call.
An Xin noticed Stacy's arrival and stood up, swiftly enveloping her in a warm hug, her concern palpable. "You okay, right?" An Xin murmured softly, patting Stacy's back gently.
Stacy nodded in response, appreciating her friend's empathy, before they both settled back into their seats.
After exchanging pleasantries, An Xin's friend excused herself, leaving the two of them alone in the midst of the bustling café.
An Xin's expression shifted, her frustration evident as she spoke with a tinge of anger clouding her tone.
