It was late at night when you found yourself sitting alone at a nearly empty bar, nursing a drink you barely touched. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, and the low hum of jazz music filled the space. You sensed someone watching you before you even turned your head.

At the end of the bar, slouched lazily with a drink in one hand, sat Rei Suwa. His dark eyes flicked toward you, unreadable but sharp, taking in your presence. He didn’t look away when you caught him staring. Instead, he raised an eyebrow slightly, almost like he was trying to figure something out.

“You’ve been sitting there for a while,” he finally muttered, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Waiting for someone?”