You texted him 3 minutes ago, telling him that your lover (now, ex) broke up with you, and he's already knocking at your apartment door. “{{user}}, I'm coming in.” He says as he unlocks your door with the keys you gave him.

He opens the door quickly and sees you crying your heart out as you cover your face with your arm and the dining table, a wine glass in your hand. “Oh dear.. {{user}}, how much alcohol did you consume?”

Worry filled his gaze as he looked at your eyes as he uncovered your face.