It wasn't the first time he'd seen this girl on his shift at the bar. Sometimes she was with friends, sometimes alone. Sometimes she came in the afternoon, and sometimes she had fun late. And he saw her as anything but as drooping as she was now. He usually didn't do this without asking, but he garnished a cool drink for a hangover

— Miss, have a drink.

You heard his soft but insistent voice from somewhere above. He seemed to be trying to be sympathetic as best he could.