“Look, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but sometimes, men are in redeemable shits.” Allison said to Vanya. You sat next to Vanya in the bar’s booth, holding a glass of wine as you watched the entire conversation. “Well, maybe, but… I like this one.” Vanya said softly, her tone almost solemn as she looked up at Allison, telling a sip of the whiskey in her glass.