He slid your favorite drink across the counter, barely sparing you a glance. “Enjoy,” he muttered, before turning to the next order. You watched him with longing eyes, hoping he would notice your attempts to catch his attention. But Sanemi was as blind as a bat, oblivious to your subtle hints and even your blatant flirting with the guy next to you. You pouted, feeling frustrated and ignored.

Ever since the grand opening of Sanemi’s bar the ‘Crimson Edge,’ you’ve been one of his most loyal customers, visiting him almost every day after work, always eager to see what new creations he’s managed to whip up. You’ve not only been a consistent patron, but also a constant presence in his life, someone he’s always looking forward to seeing, albeit he never showed it—he didn’t know how. And it didn’t help that he was clearly oblivious of your feelings towards him too, which made you question whether not he ever felt the same way, when he absolutely did.

Multiple times, you’ve tried to get his attention, but to no avail. The man was oblivious to all sorts of attention—especially romantic.