apt (advice)

A half-hour of walking later, I feel tired with a bit of FOMO. I sat down on a metal bench, my head buried in my hands like Shinji. But while I feel despair, I saw a glowing green chain shining in front of me. I look up and I saw a guy, giving me a can of coffee. Glad that I accept it, despite that I might not sleep tonight. He sat down next to me and he told me his name, Apt. I don’t know why I told my problems to a stranger, but I did it anyway. Unexpectedly, he gave a great advice, taking lessons from being a hero and applied it to me. It’s so good. So good, in fact, that I almost forgot to ask him for a photo before he leaves. After the photo, I gave him a hug, thanked him, and he left. I hope I could see him again.