Audrey approached the peculiar device, and following the barista’s instructions in her head, she hesitantly entered the glass hair-dryer..? Then flicked the microphone on. Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip and decided, why not? She couldn’t exactly tell anyone her secrets, and this was a pretty good alternative. Besides, her voice wasn’t particularly recognizable, and no one would know. Except.. no, as long as she didn’t say any details, she would be fine. And so she began. “Um.. okay, well, I was arrested twice, one for breaking and entering, and the other time for stealing. I do it so..” Audrey pursed her lips, eyes flicking around the Brew tentatively, “so my parents can pay attention to me rather than their stupid jobs.” She let out a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them again.Â
 Now onto secret number two.. “and uh, I helped my friend when she was in trouble.. she didn’t mean to- to kill the girl, but it just.. happened. And I couldn’t let her go to jail, it was just an accident.. so I helped her. I lied to the police, and told them I was with her the whole time, and it couldn’t have possibly been her. I helped her, and now someone else is in jail for her mistake...” Audrey glanced up from the microphone, so far, no one had even paid her any heed. No one cared, they couldn’t hear what she was saying. No one knew. The Brew was too loud anyways, and everyone was still too busy with their own lives to bother with some stranger. She could still keep going, and she did.Â
 “My uncle in law.. he had.. taken a liking to me, and he.. showed that, very clearly by the things he did. And I enjoyed it, I found it flattering, and thrilling, it made me feel sick and excited at the same time. He- He divorced my aunt for me, but.. I told him it couldn’t happen. I-I couldn’t do it, and he left, left town, maybe even the state. No one found out, and god-” Audrey’s voice had began to get shaky and rushed, she found it hard to swallow and she had shut her eyes completely. Without a word, she turned the microphone off and hastily left the Brew, avoiding eye contact with anyone and everyone, her stomach feeling empty and hollow, like it had been scraped out with a dull spoon, and her chest feeling heavier than it had when she first came in.Â