A small tear fell from the young lady's eye. It wasn't a tear filled with sorrow but one filled with worry, wetting the floor beneath her.

Squeezing her large eyes shut, she rubbed them with her small, delicate hands, trying to hide her tears, crying like a child.

"Hic..." "Ah… Miss, why are you crying?"

Even the playful jokes I usually made...

"It's nothing like that, please don't cry."

...were stuck in my throat, unable to come out due to the young lady's tears. I couldn't think of the right words, the best thing to say to get out of …