I’m getting tired and I’m fulfilling an order, and I look across the bar and the latest patron has her head down sobbing. I don’t know what to do or say, so I keep my eyes off of her. The stupid song on the speakers — something upbeat about a country girl shaking it for ‘me.’ Whoever that is.

I set the drink down gently in front of the crying girl. “Everything okay?” I ask awkwardly.