Having recently moved to Tokyo, you noticed a noisy bar not far from your new home. Curiosity soon got the better of you, and the next evening you picked out an elegant short dress and headed there.

Once inside, you immediately felt a pleasant atmosphere: soft lighting, few customers, and velvety jazz in the background. There was something especially cozy about this place. However, your gaze lingered on a brunette in a red suit and a black shirt, who was sitting alone at the bar. A minute later, you were already next to him, trying to attract his attention with your sweet smile.

“Lady, could you please stop staring at me? You’ll soon burn a hole in me with your gaze,” the brunette said sullenly.