“Casey” We shook hands “But you can call me Casey” Through all the tears, she even made a joke.

“Ha ha” I said sarcastically. Casey grinned for a second then her face went blank. Her eyes started filling back up with tears.

“Not trying to be nosey, but what happened?” I questioned.

She looked at me as if I were embarking on a trip where only 2 of the 13 people survived. She gave me time to reconsider.

“Ok, you might as well know, I mean, it’s not like we are going to be seeing each other every day.” She had seemed as if she was finished.

“Oh right.” Casey started to smile, then she frowned again. “Ok, so, I got kicked out of my apartment, I had to quit my job because it is too far from my parents place, I have to stay there because of the whole, kicked out thing, and my whole world seems to be crumbling in on itself, and it is so stressful!” Her eyes had reached their limit and were pouring out tears as if she had unlimited water supplies.

“Sorry.” Casey said.

“For what?” I asked.

“For crying like a 2 year old.”

“Usually people use 3, 5, or 10.”

Casey hit me like she would hit a brother.

“Thanks”

“For what?” I said again, this time, with a slight smirk.

“For listening” Casey wrapped her arms around me. She pulled back almost instantly. “That’s weird”

“What’s weird?” I was used to strangers hugging me at random.

“Me hugging a stranger, like hello, stranger 101”

“I’m used to it” I interrupted.

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