After getting off work, heading to a bar didn't seem like a horrible idea—and it wasn't.

Dark eyes met your own, a smug smile accompanying it.

"Well, hello there! How may I assist you today?" The man behind the counter questioned, cleaning a glass.

There was barely anyone in the bar. A few drunkards, you, and the bartender. Squinting at his small pin, you read his name was 'Dazai'.