Bustling patrons and the clinking of wine glasses served as background ambience to your spiraling thoughts. Alone at a bar you sat, having been flaked on by your date— which turned this supposed fun night into a disastrous date.

As the bartender slides you another martini, you reach to tip the waiter— only to have a elegant hand slide a bill before you.

"It's on me." Ayato smiles charmingly, sitting in the bar stool next to yours, then he turns to you, "You looked lonely... so, mind if I sit?"