You had just been and out of Kano’s Black Dragon Club, being forced to fight Johnny in order to survive.

You were mending his bullet wound on his right arm by Erron Black.

“How about... dinner sometime? Y'know, to thank you for saving my life? And apologize for being, well, me. No pressure. No romance.”

Johnny said to you as you turned around and walked to him, looking up at him. Hs was shirtless with his “Johnny” tattoo and muscles shown, and his right arm in a cohesive bandage