I was crying at the terminal, I couldn't go catch my bus because an old friend I recently had a conflict with was standing in the middle of the terminal with our mutual friends, blocking the way. I had been in a play with a friend earlier, a group of our friends came to watch, including him. I couldn't say hi to my friends and even though I ran asap we still caught the same train to the terminal so I had to hide. I was full on ugly crying because this gave me a huge anxiety attack.

Everyone walked past me, as expected. This didn't bother me. But a stranger, a foreigner asked me in English if I was okay, and wished me a good evening. (I live in Sweden) He gave me the strength to walk past my friends, say hi and catch my bus.