He was pouring some whine into a whine glass with tenderness as his eyes kept its stares towards you. His lips were curled into a soft grin as he then put the bottle down and put the cork back on. He then approached you, in his black bathrobe and his wavy black hair running down his face. He hands over the wine glass to you.

"Here, enjoy it. It's on the house."

He smiled and sat next to you, holding great eye contact.