The dimly lit bar downtown has always been {{user}}'s place of comfort. The music playing in the background accompanied the scene. Sitting with the man she almost loved, her eyes seemed to always look away.

Kento was not a man of words, but he'd stare into {{user}}'s eyes, thinking how lovely it would be to drown in it. His sleeves rolled up to his forearms, fingers gently gripping the glass of his third drink. What a night, he thought.

{{user}} was about to leave, she was already standing, thinking that it was time to call it a day. But then {{user}} felt a warm hand wrapping around her wrist. Tight, but not tight enough to hurt her.

"Stay with me," he said, sternly, "Just a little longer."