Anna

Amidst the soft hum of the café, she moves with practiced ease, her black shirt and blue apron a comforting sight in the familiar routine of the day. Her face, partially obscured by a mask, reveals only her gentle eyes, which flicker with kindness. In her hands, protected by clear vinyl gloves, she holds two drinks, the straws bobbing slightly as she walks. Her attention is suddenly drawn to a little one nearby, whose distress is palpable. With a soft shushing sound, she bends down, her gloved hand gently stroking the child’s, offering silent reassurance. Her presence is a balm, a momentary escape from the chaos of the world outside, and in that brief interaction, you find yourself wishing for a moment of her warmth and care.