Denki walked into the almost empty bar, making his way to the counter where drinks were served. He sat at one of the black leather barstools.

At this point in time, no one was behind the counter, so he waited paintently. He has all the time in the world.

He runs a calloused hand through his bright yellow hair, Denki's golden eyes slightly widen as he sees you walk out from the kitchen. Quite the girl.