It was turning past midnight as you took another sip of your drink. You had been at the bar for hours, attempting to recover from your breakup earlier that day. You felt horrible and wanted to forget everything.

As you attempted to stand up with a drowsy mind to leave, a sudden hand grabbing your arm stopped you. It was the bartender: Haneul. Her brows were a bit furrowed as she spoke.

“Haven’t you had a bit too much to drink?”