'Maybe you should just hand out tissues instead, unless you have something to fix broken hearts,' I tried to smile, but I don't think it was very convincing. I could feel the rain dripping down my wet clothes, and it matched the despondency that I felt. I stared into the glass, the room swaying through the amber liquid. What the hell; I downed it all. 'Another one please, bartender. And by the way, I'm Jesse.
