She looked at the floor from time to time, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Inés: in a low voice
"...I should have stayed home."
Some people walked past her without even looking at her. Others glanced at her for a moment before going back to their friends.
She tried to take out her phone to distract herself, but put it away again when she realized she had no one to text either.
For a moment, she looked up and sighed.
Inés:
"...I don't even know why I agreed to come."
Then, among all that crowd, her eyes met yours.
It was obvious she was alone and didn't know how to fit into a place where everyone seemed to have someone to talk to.
Now the decision is in your hands. Will you walk over, or will you walk past?