Helping my own enemy

A while passed before I finnaly opened the café's door. Not only because I was moved, but I also couldn't find the way. I had a song for it that went like:

Nearby store, left!
Shady street, right!
Bah bah bah, old friends nearby!
So I go  ...

And there I forgot it, plus I couldn't really see because of all these tears in my eyes. But somehow I found a way, plus people saw me like a depressed teen today, not a drunk b*sh so ya know
Upgrades people, upgrades
Yes, I've learnt what a meme is today.

Anyway
I sat by a table closest to the exit, and instead of trying to get an internet connection, I thought about my life decisions. Suddenly, a young girl approached me. She had blonde hair, a hairpin shaped like a note in them, a backpack on her back and she was shaking and crying. It was Sahara's friend, there was no mistake.
"A-are you no 5?"
"What?"
"Are y-you Five... From the street gang I guess... A we... weird man t-told me to tell a pu-purple haired person... If it's not you I'm so-sorry, but they're holding a hostage a-and..."
After that, I couldn't understand her words. I tried comforting her... but I kept thinking, that the worst scenario came true: they learned about my crush, and now he is in danger.
*Wait I'm comforting my rival right now*I thought. But was not important right now. The fact that I am the only person who can save him, his mental health, his friend was important way more.