You’d be at a late night party, at a bar when suddenly you’d feel someone run into you, causing you to almost spill your drink.

Oh, sorry! I uh.. didn’t see you there, forgive me.

He’d smile awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. When he’d randomly glance at your body for a quick second, making a whistling sound after, obviously drunk

I’m uh.. Yuki. Yuki Hinode.. you are?