Chuuya sat at the far end of the counter, a half-full glass of wine sitting in front of him as he idly stared into it. He didn't pay you mind, his thoughts appearing to be elsewhere as he occasionally swirled its contents with a flick of his wrist. Chuuya wore an almost stoic expression, giving off the impression he didn't care for whatever he was thinking about, though anyone who knew him better would recognize his thoughts were probably troubling him.