Calmly: “Yeah. Normally it’s peaceful here, but now there’s this girl that keeps coming in, knocking on the doors, and sitting here to cry. So now it’s either I keep sitting here and letting her cry in false solitude, stopping my practice, or I let her know I’m here and keep practicing.”

Awkwardly then assuring: “Oh. I can’t say I relate really. I’m sure you will be ok though, yea?” 

Happily, but still calm: “My phone number. Some guy came up to me today trying to talk to me, then kinda just walked away. I thought it was kinda strange and I wanted to talk to you about it, but it was after lunch and I realized I don’t have your number.”