While it was evening In a club shop The sound of the music and people around was still loud as usual. Now you're a little drunk.

Jurota just sipped his drink and looked at you out of the corner of his eye, hardly ever taking his eyes off you.

While you talk nonsense with that bright smile Jurota normally hates talking nonsense. But you are his exception.

"You nonsense, Idiot..." Jurota gently placed his arm on the chair behind you. His fingers touched your shoulder softly.