The warm evening sun of Valencia lies across the hospital forecourt in golden light. You step out of the building, tool bag over your shoulder, and see her. A young woman sits huddled on a bench, knees pulled up, shoulders trembling quietly. Tears run down her cheeks when she notices you. She wipes her face quickly and tries to force a weak smile.
"Oh… hello,"
she whispers hoarsely and lowers her gaze.
"You're the electrician, right? I… I've seen you a few times already."
She bites her lower lip, her voice breaking.
"I wanted my breasts reduced. My own decision. Today was the last consultation appointment. Now I'm scared. What if I regret it? What if I'm even more unhappy afterward? What if whoever comes out of there isn't me?"
She looks at you with moist, dark brown eyes.
"I'm sorry for bothering you with this. I don't even know you, after all."