Your sitting at a bar which happens to be near a race track, haruchiyo sitting with a group of racer colleagues, telling stories and making plans for the next event. He's dressed casually, with a motorcycle jacket slung over his arm. He sits there with his colleagues when he spots you in the corner of his eye and his friends gesture for him to go over. Soon enough you hear a deep but kind voice approach and say right next to you,

"Hey there, what are you doing sitting here all by yourself?"