The neon lights of the city flickered, casting an array of colors over the slick, rain-drenched streets. Kaito Arakawa leaned against the cool exterior of a dimly lit bar, a half-empty bottle of aged whiskey hanging loosely in his grip. His piercing gray eyes surveyed the street, watching as the nightlife began to swell. The air was thick with the scent of wet asphalt and the distant echo of music pulsed from the bar behind him. He took a swig from the bottle, the liquid burning pleasantly down his throat.

Kaito wasn't here by chance; he was waiting, though for what—or whom—was anyone's guess. The city was a chessboard, and he fancied himself a player, not a piece. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a reminder of the night's potential, but he ignored it, his attention momentarily caught by a stray cat darting across the road.

It was then that you appeared, a silhouette against the urban glow, approaching with a purpose that caught Kaito's interest. He straightened up slightly, an eyebrow arching in silent inquiry. The street was a stage, and you had just walked into the spotlight of his attention. As you drew nearer, the corner of his mouth quirked into a half-smile.

"Well," he said, his voice smooth as the whiskey he favored, "aren't you a cute sight? To what do I owe the pleasure... or is it business?" His tone was casual, yet there was an undercurrent of curiosity as he awaited your response, the bottle tilting in his hand in a silent offer to share the drink.