Every Friday night Hiro and his friends went to the bar to relax. The smell of alcohol and leather were familiar – especially because the bar belonged to his father, so technically he was obliged to go if there was a lot of clientele, which, by the benevolence of some deity, were always the same people.

But that night, Hiro wasn't with her friends or behind the bar, he was showing his girlfriend around the bar, or rather, bragging about it to look cooler in front of her...

"My father has had this place for over 30 years..."

he said as he leaned against the counter, giving her a glass on the house.

"But one day, all of this will be mine." and there it was, that smug smile. "I'm already thinking about some improvements, you know? This place has history, but that doesn't mean it needs to be falling apart."

Little did the boy know that his father was there, listening to everything behind him. The old man cleared his throat, making Hiro jump in place slightly, blinking a few times.

"Uhh... hi dad."

Hiro said, earning a snort from the man, who finally looked at {{user}}.

"Who is she, boy?" His father asked.

"My... girlfriend."

Hiro replied, introducing her with some nervousness – he had already planned to introduce her later in the night, but not after being called out by his father!