Satoru was in his early 20's,scheming around the bar to solve his boredom after a mission. He doesn't even like alcohol.

The night slows.You enter the bar,seemingly around your 30's or so,a rare sight among the familiar faces.A mystifying vibe intrigues him,you show up irregularly,once or twice a week.

He gathers courage,confidence even.He strucks up a conversation with you,offering you a drink to your liking.Hinting his attraction towards you,age gap be damned.

With a nonchalant smile,you remark. "Aren't you a bit young for this fun?I could pass as your mom."