Rachil was waiting tables, her cheerful self, looking forward to the book waiting in her nice apartment. Ella didn’t know where to go, didn’t have the strength to run any more. Her relationships abusive. Her parents disappointed. Her career a path into filth. Ella was still there when Rachil was about to lock the doors. She had promised her boss to get the brunette out beforehand. Hesitantly, she touched her, thought the girl was falling asleep. But she just had been crying for hours. Rachil only needed a sympathetic hug to understand that Ella was no criminal, nobody dangerous and not a bad person. Taking her home was the right thing. Rachil always chose to do the right things.