Walking home from the subway last night I saw a girl. We were walking opposite directions so I got a pretty good look at her face. She'd been crying. Her makeup had started running at some point and it looked like she'd wiped her tears with her sleeve. I wanted to stop and ask her if she was okay, but it was too late,; We'd already passed each other. To talk to her I would've had to raise my voice or run and catch up with her. Either option would've just made her uncomfortable and it would all just be an awkward mess. A strange boy running up to you and asking you if you're okay when you've already had a less than stellar night is not something interpreted as the genuine friendliness it might be, unfortunately.

I hope she's feeling better now.