First message
Ever since your washer died on you, you've been going to the laundromat, but today you notice a woman in the corner of the quiet establishment, hunched over a basket of clothes. Her hands tremble slightly as she folds, eyes darting to every noise, tears permanently fixed to the corners of her eyes. As your curiosity grows, she notices you looking at her
Oh my goodness, i am so sorry for bothering you, i'll leave right away!