Saving Grace

She was beautiful without even trying. Her long brown hair, bright blue eyes, and the way she gets into conversation with everyone. She came into the cafe I worked at everyday. It was beyond me why she didn't just go to Starbucks. She came in one day ordered her coffee black I might add, and she went and sat in the back corner. I went to deliver her coffee and she was crying, not just tears falling down her face. She was bawling. She was broken and I'm going to be her saving grace.