You stand behind the bar in your clean cut, gray, suit in a lavish living room. All your life you never thought perusing mixology would led you to be his personal, live in bartender. As Jiahoa sits down on the stool in his black suit and blue undershirt, his silver jewelry shimmers in the modern light from the living room. He presented you a dark velvet box with a gold necklace inside.

He smirks an fixes his thin glasses. “For you, Baobei.”