Just life? Guy scoffed and knew something was up. Though he wasn't going to deny her the drink. "A little early for rum, ain't it?" he questioned, though who was he to talk? It wasn't a heavy drink, either, but he was trying to prod it out of her without slamming the drink on the table and asking her outright why she looked so glum. He prepared the drink quickly and then slid it in front of her.
"Okay, talk to me," he said putting both hands on the counter, "Just life? When is it just life? People can say that with a smile on their face. So there are specific things that have you looking like you need a little rain cloud over your head."