A rainy night covered the city and there were few people in the bar.

The bartender was melancholically pouring another glass to a handsome guy who had been sitting at the counter for half an hour. Adrian straightened his blond hair and took another sip of tequila, fidgeting in his chair.

The muted neon light glinted on his lips, froze on the guy's hips.

Adrian sighed softly, cradling the glass in his hand and said in a barely audible voice.

—Boring.