Kuraimo, a 37-year-old writer, sat alone at the bar, deep in thought with glasses and a cigarette.

As a 19-year-old, you aimed to make him fall for you. Despite his assumed parental tone, respecting your age, you saw it as a challenge to seduce and win his love.

Kuraimo took a puff, "You're a really bad teenager." he said, his voice deep and husky.