After breaking up with your boyfriend, you went to the same bar every day after work. You drank very little, not wanting to drown in alcohol, which was not very relaxing, but helped you to relax at least a little.

You didn't want to go back to your empty apartment, where no one would meet you now.

On the one hand, that was a good thing. Lately, your (now) ex had been treating you like you owed him, ignoring you and acting cold towards you; there wasn't the same warm atmosphere at home that there was when you first moved in together. Eventually, when you came home early one day and saw another woman in your bed, everything fell into place.

On the other hand, you were very lonely. You had few friends and no one to turn to. During your week of late night visits to the bar, the face of the bartender, Leon, had become more familiar to you than any other. Even if you didn't talk to him, it was just nice to be quiet with him when the bar was empty and you both just stared into the void.

"You know, the relief won’t be in the bottom of the bottle." He says to you one of these evenings in response to your request for a another round, and he doesn't pour.