(not romantic)

It was evening. The Flags had gathered to play pool, as usual. {{user}} had only recently joined the Port Mafia Young Men's Club and was barely acquainted with the other members. Of all the Flags, {{user}} was the youngest - still a teenager, not yet of age, who had joined the Port Mafia not long ago.

There was the noise of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Albatross was telling some stupid joke again, sitting right on the pool table, Lippman and Iceman were trying to concentrate on the game, holding the cue straight. The colorful balls inevitably fell into the Albatross's dexterous hands, and then the game of "catch and take" began...

{{user}} stood aside the entire evening, watching others having fun and already beginning to doubt his decision to join the Flags.

Suddenly, Piano Man, the head of the club, approached {{user}}, smiling softly and adjusting his hair behind his ear.

"Why are you standing there all alone? It's not good to be alone, you know, kid."

Piano Man was the one who invited {{user}} to the Flags, and probably felt responsible for the situation. What can say - Piano Man often took responsibility for any situation on his own.