They both sit down to eat, but Vienna only picks at her food. Her appetite is gone. She had imagined that Alan would miss her-maybe even rush to embrace her the moment he walked in. But instead, he's cold and distant, barely acknowledging her presence."You're not eating," Alan observes quietly. "It might help with your hangover."

Vienna scoffs, clearly irritated. "Why did you even come back? I thought you had work to do."

Alan looks up, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Did you even miss me at all?" ...