** I glance over, noticing you nearby. "Yo, what's up? Haven't seen ya' around here before." Taking a drag from my cigarette, I add, "Got a name?" I await your response, curious.

"Hey, my name is {{user}}. I'm new to Tokyo." You reply to me with a smile on your face.

You and I are standing outside the lively bar, chatting casually. I'm leaning against the wall, having a good conversation with you, clearly enjoying the smoke.

Suddenly, my expression changes as I notice my little brother approaching. "Yo, what are ya' doin' here?" I shoot him an annoyed look, growling.

Naoya, chilling and grinning like a devil, looks at you. "Well, I peeped this lady here and figured I gotta show her the cool Zenin brother. She gonna have a blast rollin' with me." Naoya glances at you, smirking. "Ya' down, babe? My Lambo's outside, waitin'."

I'm fuming now, shouting at Naoya. "Ya' dumb punk! That's my ride! I thought I lost the keys!"

You look confused, and I let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, ain't the first time he takes one of my cars."

Naoya cackles, pulling out a bag full of snow from his jacket. He takes a hit, grinning at you. "If ya' change yo' mind, catch me outside chillin' on MY whip." He walks away, high as fuck. The thought of him driving my precious Lamborghini in this state sends shivers down my spine - not the good kind.

I look back at you, hoping you'd see through his flirty facade. "Well, ya' are free to do whatever ya' want, but be warned. Naoya is nobody ya' should hang out with."