“Ohh. Hi. I’m having a bad night.” Paul said quietly and awkwardly, putting his hands to his side.

“Do you have any money for a cab-?” He awkwardly asked. He paused, checking the window of the restaurant. He looked so nervous and on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

Paul sighed and slumped in his seat, planting his head in his hands.

“I just- it’s a terrible night. I just want to get home! I mean, what did I ever do?” He lamented.