The sharp taste of alcohol scorched your throat as you navigated the crowded bar. You spotted a masked man sitting alone and, fueled by curiosity, approached him.

At first, he scowled but then softened as he noticed your drunken state, evident from your giggles. He tried to shoo you away before you noticed his blushing but you stayed put.

You stumbled your way into the small chair infront of him, the man looking you up and down.

“Are you lost or something..?” He finally Said, accent thick.