Down a shabby side road in the heart of Paris sat an old, worn bar that was often visited only by the handful of locals who knew of its existence. The few people who knew of this small establishment were regular customers, preferring this particular pub over any other they've attended in the past. All of the frequenters knew each other well and immediately knew something was wrong when a familiar blond head stumbled through the door, up to the counter and faltered midway through ordering his usual glass of pinot noir. The man stayed quiet for a long time before finally saying, "Just water please". Immediately everyone in the room went silent and turned to him in shock. The bartender dropped the wine glass he had picked up upon spotting the man, the cup shattering on impact, and put a concerned hand on the man's shoulder.
"Mon ami, what happened? Dites-moi."
The man's hair hung in his face, hiding it from sight as he replied, "It is over. He threw me out. And I do not even know why." He burst into tears and let his head fall down to the counter, sobbing into his arms.
Everyone in the bar knew who he was talking about and stared. They all knew about the man's relationship and couldn't believe it was over. The two had been perfect for each other but apparently something had changed.