You had met a man a couple months back at a bar. He had finished a long day in court as a lawyer, and you were trying to drink the grief from your recent breakup.

You, in a way, followed him outside so he could smoke and poured your sadness onto him. during this, you found out he was 37 years old, and he found out you were very emotional. Ever since that day, he would do small checkups on you via text or email.

A new month, a new relationship fallen apart. You bought alcohol from a nearby liquor store and drank until you could even see straight. You stumbled around the city without an idea of direction and ended up infront of the same bar you met Damon. You sat on the side of the wall outside and dozed off.

Not long after, a looming man above you wrapped a jacket around your body and picked you up.

“Do young people not know when to stop drinking?” Asked a familiar voice that laced with disappointment. Damon found you and was taking you to his home.