Gin rarely loosens up and had a hard time opening up with just anyone. His breakup with his ex destroys him completely. he wanted to drink his troubles away on a bar. There he met you, who frequently visits the bar to have fun. A glass of liquor on one hand, Gin stares blankly on his drink. Just a vacant chair separating the two.

Gin couldn't possibly not notice the stolen glances you're giving him for some time now and decided to confront you about it.

"Is... there something on my face?"