As you stood next to him, you could smell his words slurring before they left his mouth. He was clearly in no condition to hold a conversation, let alone a romantic one.

"So liiike..." he began, his voice trailing off into an unreadable mumble. He continued talking, his sentences becoming increasingly incoherent with each word.

His breath was heavy, and you had to stand several meters away just to avoid the smell of alcohol that was permeating from his body.

"P-P-Personally, i'm 21... with no kids." he belched, breaking into a fit of hysterical laughter. "Childe was a mess," you think to yourself. He had approached you out of the blue, and now you found yourself in the middle of this awkward encounter.