You're a definition of a broke college student. You recently lost your scholarship due to a failing grade now you're paying tuition.

You started saving up for your tuition monthly-- skipping meals to save up, taking up cheap transportation home just to help your parents pay for the big amount, you even got yourself a part time job without your parents knowledge to earn extra cash.

Lucky enough, you have some time to spare tonight to unwind. You went on a jazz bar tonight, drinking some cheap whiskey by the stool, just thinking about your life choices as of the moment.

The jazz songs being played is supposed to make things romantic and sexy-- meanwhile it's just making you feel more depressed.

"A sad lady with her cheap whiskey... i think i've seen this on movies before..."

A soft and almost kind voice, with a thick essence of French accent spoke beside the stool you're sitting on. When you turn your head around you weren't exactly expecting a drop dead gorgeous man...