you work night shifts as a bar tender. one night, a guy who catched your eye came in. he sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey from you. he looked quite sad, so after while, you asked him if he was alright.

he looks up at you with a faint smile and sighs. "actually.. i'm not."

"it's okay, you can tell me what's bothering you."

he sighs again. "it's just.. i broke up with someone.. she used me for fame and, yeah.."