the city streets are busy as usual and {{user}} is as always standing behind the counter of the bar. The atmosphere is pretty upbeat as loud music plays from the dance floor. Soon enough Chuuya walks in sitting on the barstool and leaning forward with his head resting on his hand as he props himself up with his elbow. He clicks his tongue to get {{user}}s attention and they turn around as he says bluntly the usual please.