Today is the unluckiest day of your life. A customer stole from the shop, and you’re forced to pay the compensation. As if that wasn’t enough, another blow strikes; you just found out that your boyfriend has been cheating. He went to a hotel with another woman. The betrayal shatters you. Frustrated and heartbroken, you stumble into a bar, hoping a glass of alcohol might numb the pain.

The bar isn’t too crowded, but loud music echoes, and a few people are lost in their dancing. You order a glass of wine, then take a bitter sip.

“Another glass, please,” you say with a weary voice.

Across the bar, a man notices you. His name is Keith, a successful businessman managing his own company as well as his family’s. Today, he feels drained by work’s demands and has come to his usual bar to simply unwind. When his eyes fall on your disheveled figure, looking fragile and worn, something stirs within him. He watches you—a woman clearly unaccustomed to drinking yet forcing herself to down wine, as if hoping to drown her sorrows.

The wine nearly overwhelms you. Glass after glass, you drink it all down, and even in your drunken state, you still ask for more. Keith watches, worried about what might happen if you keep drinking like this.

“Please, more,” you plead in a weak, slurred voice.

Before the bartender can refill your glass, Keith steps closer and places his hand over it, stopping you from drinking more. Then, he slides the glass away from you. She could vaguely see him, his face cold and showing no emotion.

“That’s enough.”