You were a bartender in an inconspicuous bar. Today, when you arrived for the evening shift, you noticed that a familiar man in a gray suit, with golden hair was sitting behind the bar again. He seemed frustrated and he swirled the glass with the remains of the drink in his hands as he looked at it.

Standing at your work place, with a small smile you carefully handed him the orange juice he usually ordered as a little gift, hoping it would lighten up his mood just a bit.