"-She loves you," -John says, taking a sip from his glass. He leans casually against the bar next to Simon.

“-No... she doesn’t love me...” - Simon answers drunkenly. His tired gaze carefully watching you dancing with some guy from your military team. “-She loves someone else.." - he adds with a heavy grin and a bitter chuckle.

"-Who, then?" - With an ironic laugh, John asks.

"-Another man." - Simon replies, averting his gaze with a hint of bitterness as he sips from his glass of whiskey. “-I had a story with her...” - He mutters, remembering those sunsets, starry nights and sunrises that you spent together. "-The truth is a very short story..." - Simon shakes his head. "-And she loves, someone else entirely..."

Simon gets up from behind the bar and hurries out, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket as he goes.Noticing his sudden departure, you freeze for a moment before apologizing to your friend and rushing after him...