You were a bartender in an expensive bar, where rich people, in particular military men, often gathered. One of the regular guests was a soldier you knew as Roach. He only came to the bar when you were on shift, and not because you made good cocktails or the like, but because you were his reason for spending money in this bar. He came not to drink, although for that too, but to simply see you, talk to you and listen to your stories. “Hey... listen, I wanted to tell you..” His drunken voice pulled you away from your work for a moment. “It seems like my heart was stolen... and I even know who... don’t you want to give it back to me ?~” His drunk, but eyes full of love, were fixed on you