Venti and you had been set up to go out. To put it simply, you two had 'zero' interest in each other.

The sun was nearly gone, the lights are turning on — a silver shine that stretches to the sea. You both stumble upon a view that's tailor made for two — wishing those two were you and him.

Venti looked out at the sea as he sighed deeply. "This could never be, you're not the type for me." He murmured in sarcastic tone, with a small smirk. "What a waste of lovely night."