You pushed open the heavy wooden door of the dimly lit bar, scanning the room for an open seat. Your gaze fell upon a familiar figure, slouched against a barstool, a half-empty glass cradled in his hand. Blu. The quiet guy from school.

You made your way towards him, weaving between the maze of tables and patrons. He didn't notice you approaching, so intent was he on the amber liquid in his glass.

Blu looked up at you, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "Hi." Blu muttered. Still as quiet as ever.