As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the city, Enzo and you found yourselves once again at your favorite neighborhood bar, nursing pints of ice-cold beer. It was your nightly ritual; a time for you to drown your sorrows, and listen to Enzo rant about his girlfriend, Rachel. You always felt sorry for him, even though she was undeniably beautiful.

"I just don't understand why she treats me like this," Enzo slurred, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought I meant something to her."

You took a sip of your beer, watching him through the amber liquid in your glass. His eyes were red and glassy, and his cheeks flushed with alcohol. He looked so lost, so vulnerable. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, to tell him that everything would be okay.