You Look Like You Need To Talk To somebody (Maria x fem!reader)

I was walking down the street, tears rolling down my cheeks. All day, I had been tormented with that Reynolds Pamphlet. Ugh, Alexander. And then at home, my husband kicked me out. Ugh, James. Ugh men in general, I guess.
"You look like you need to talk to somebody," a feminine voice said. I turned and saw a tall girl with h/l h/c hair smiling sympathetically at me. She was really quite beautiful. Thin lips, slight curves, reckless freckles splattered her face. I returned the smile.
"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled. "I'm Maria."
"Y/n."

Just so everyone knows, this fluff. Pure fluff. No swearing, no intended sexual references. Just fluff. Pure fluff. And kinda a sad ending. But still fluff.