14. Cue the Internal Screaming

In a smoky corner of an upscale joint, we’ve got a dame and her fella in a moment that’s straight out of a film noir flick. She’s all dolled up, but her face says the party’s over before the band even starts. His compliment hangs in the air like smoke rings, but she’s not buying what he’s selling.

It’s a snapshot of that classic dance between looking like a million bucks and feeling like spare change. Just goes to show, you can’t judge a book by its cover, especially when the pages are feeling a little crumpled.