The barista who called me out on my fake smile
Last Tuesday I was having the worst morning - car wouldn't start, spilled coffee on my shirt, the works. I dragged myself into a Starbucks on 5th Ave and ordered my usual black coffee, and this barista named Maria just looked at me and said 'You look like you're faking it today.' She didn't let me pay, gave me a free pastry, and told me to take 5 minutes and actually breathe before I went anywhere. I sat there for 10 minutes and honestly started crying a little, but in a good way. She didn't ask for my story or try to cheer me up with cliches, she just saw me and made space. Has anyone else had a stranger just see through your act and help out like that?