Julia sighed, walking along a quiet side street in the dark, her face the very embodiment (or enfacement, in this case) of depression. She was going through a hard month in her life right then, just as every April was hard. It wasn't anyone's fault, not really. Just because she was alone and friendless....
No, better not to focus on that. She blinked back the tears from her eyes, and then noticed a building nearby that looked interesting. She walked up the small set of steps, peeking in through the glass door, then entering. She hoped that there would be something to take her mind off her misery there.