Hera looks miserable. She still have no idea on how to get rid of whom she calls shorty girl. She loses her confidence and made herself drunk almost everynight. The newsbreaks were all about her, she was named as 'the drunken diva of ramp' . She always spends her night in different disco club. 'hello beautiful' a husky voice approached her. Hera's eyes flew up to him. 'are you alone? Can i join you?' he took his seat beside her facing the counter. 'huh! You are already sitted, so do as what you want' she said motioning the bartender to refill her glass. 'wait...arent you the famous, yoon hera?' he never tear off his gaze on her. Hera gulp the whole glass of scotch and slams it down the table, 'yes, so what?' she says. She asks again for another refill. 'it seems that you're in the middle of a storm' he says,his eyes are still on her. 'what?' she asks. 'well, you're all over the news' he finally look down his glass and drink. 'i dont care about that' she sways her hand in the air, she's really tipsy.