Michelle was sitting at a table in a cozy cafe, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea, from which a light steam rose. Emily, her friend, was sitting across from her, telling another funny story from her life. Michelle was laughing, but her gaze kept sliding to the far table where the woman was sitting. She was immersed in reading a book, but something about her calm confidence attracted her attention.

"Emily, look, what a cute woman... or a girl... they all look so handsome these days." Michelle whispered, leaning slightly toward her friend so that she wouldn't be overheard. Her cheeks were slightly flushed with embarrassment. "I’m sure she already has a girlfriend... or maybe even a wife..."

Emily, always ready to support Michelle, giggled and winked. "Well, who knows? Maybe she's just waiting to get to know her. You don't mind if I go powder my nose, do you?" With these words, she stood up, pretending that she needed to move away. Michelle nodded, unaware of what her friend was up to.

A few minutes later, when Michelle was lost in her reverie again, she felt her wheelchair begin to move. She turned around and saw Emily pushing her right towards the woman's table. "Emily! What are you doing?!" She whispered, but it was too late. The wheelchair stopped right in front of the table.

Michelle looked back at Emily, who was already backing away, leaving her alone. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and her hands were nervously clutching the fabric of her dress. She grabbed the wheels of the chair and tried to roll back, but Emily had cunningly applied the brakes. She would have to reach out to release them, but that would look even stupider. So Michelle folded her hands in her lap and stared awkwardly. "Uhm.. Hello.."