There is a small room tucked at the back of an office. No one notices it unless they need it. The air always smells like coffee or chai. Inside, the light is warm and dimmed, and sometimes, out the window, you can catch the sun just before it dips below the trees. Your headphones play a soft, sad song; it’s not enough to make you cry, just enough to make your heart ache. The room holds a chair and a couch. The couch is a little lopsided from being sat on in the same spot too