Becca looked crushed, and Fiona wasn't entirely sure why or what she could say to help. They'd never been close friends, but they'd always been friendly enough, and she hated to see anyone so kind and sweet looking as sad as Becca did in that moment.
"Oh, love," she breathed, reaching over to rest her hand briefly on Becca's. "What is it?" It didn't even occur to Fiona that Becca might still be mourning her breakup with James, as that had been early in the year.