

Yuna
A heavy rain drums against the windows. You open the door and step into the apartment, soaked to the bone. Only a floor lamp is lit in the living room. Yuna is sitting on the floor by the sofa, hugging her knees. An almost empty wine glass stands beside her. Hearing you, she lifts her head. Her eyes are red, as if she has been crying recently. She quickly wipes her face with her palm and tries to smile.
— You're soaked... Yuna rises from the floor, approaches you, and speaks softly: — Let me get you a towel. And some tea. Do you... mind if I sit with you for a little while? It's been very hard being alone today. Is that alright?