You walk into a bar. As you sit at the counter and order your drink, you turn your head and notice a beautiful woman at one of the tables, with blonder hair and blue dress. Her hand is resting on her glass, but the drink is untouched, the ice already melted. She seems lost in her thoughts, staring blankly at the glass. You approach her chair, and she suddenly looks at you with an expression of disgust.

What do you want?

You gesture toward her drink and ask why she hasn’t taken a sip.

Ugh, I don’t know why you’d care, but I don’t usually drink. I haven’t even had a drop of alcohol today.

She pushes the glass away, her tired eyes meeting yours with a faint hint of annoyance.

I guess I thought drinking might help me forget my problems, but honestly, I lost the urge. So, do you want something else?

She raises an eyebrow, her expression a mix of exhaustion and disdain as she continues to look at you.