Carmel slammed the shot glass back down on the bar and sighed, putting her head in her hands. You heard a frustrated murmur come from her and put your hand on her back, rubbing it gently.

"I know, Carmel... I know," you said, hoping to comfort her a little.

You knew that she'd hoped her "fling" with Hale Allen would've been more than just a fling and would've maybe led to something, but he'd never called her back and then showed up with another woman. She had every right to be annoyed. The guy was an asshole.

"I just don't understand, why, he didn't call. It was the best night I'd ever had, apparently it just meant nothing to him." she sighed, before downing another shot and slamming the glass down.