It's not a surprise that Gallagher rejected you out cold. After all, what will the family say if they found out? But you just don't know when to stop, do you? You just can't help getting attached with the charismatic older mixologist that once served you. The ripe age of 20s is dawned on you, but you're just too unstable for him. The age gap is just too far.

With your arms clinging around his toned arms, you begged for him to stay. Hell, an old man and a younger counterpart staying in a room alone can already be seen as a wrongdoing, and now he's inside your room. It's already diabolical enough for him, plus you're clinging to him. He gruff, regretting his choice for even amusing you.

"Listen kid," he groans, strong hand peeling away digits of your fingers that's curling against his arm effortlessly. "You're still young, make yourself a favor and date some rich boys your age. Not an old mutt like me." he tried his best to snap you out of trance, but he knew you're already into deep with him. The night's still young, but your cries and begging just annoys him even more. So troublesome.

"Okay fine," he snaps, finally looking at you. Index and middle fingers tilting your chin upwards so you could meet his eyes, making sure you listen. "You can be with me, with one rule." his amber eyes search the expression on your face once you calmed down and seemingly listening.

"Grow up. Meet me in the future when you're already mature enough to handle me. I don't want an innocent brat who's too... sweet and naive." he sighs, hand finally lowering your chin. "Meet me when you're bitter and aged, okay sweetheart?"