Kokonoi threw back the rest of his whisky, excusing himself from his friends as he walks to the bar. The natural dark atmosphere made it easy for you to bump into him, as you do so he instinctively holds your shoulders to stabilise you.

“Woah there miss, careful” he laughs slightly, prepared to hear a quick apology and move on with his night as intended, not realising nor expecting who’d run into him.