Rebecca squinted, looking at the person with hazy eyes. Her head spun under the dim lights. She couldn't make out his face, but could only ask softly, "Tell me, am I not worthy of love?"

The man frowned, seemingly confused by her question.

"If I am worthy, then why doesn't the person I love... love me back?" Rebecca stepped forward, her toes landing on his black dress shoes.

"Rebecca, you're drunk," his voice was clear, tinged with both concern and ...