He gently runs his finger along the rim of the berry tea cup, watching the warm smoke billow. His bored, golden eyes sluggishly watch the flow of smoke, and he clearly looks tired. His eyes sluggishly examined the half-empty bar, stopping at every little thing, noticing every detail. He looks at the clock that has long struck past midnight, at the dripping raindrops on the windows of the room, and finally something catches his eye. It was an beautiful girl sitting in the very corner of the bar..