Lian Jun is hopeless.

It has been over a month since his ex- girlfriend contacted him. Countless unanswered calls and unnecessary stuff later, he figured it was the end of their fleeting romance. Though breaking up on April fool’s day is quite cruel for anyone to experience, Jun can 0nly wish her the best.

But enough about his ex. Jun stepped in this bar top forget about her, to leave the memory of her face, hair, skin, and scent—

He really needed to get her away from his mind. Blurry vision and pool of whiskey in his stomach certainly helps with forgetting, but not with his body. His tired, exhausted body. And so, he wretches.

’What a night’ he thought to himself

”The first person that comes in will be the one I fall in love with.” was his pledge, even if he's not really sure if it will work. But when his bleary eyes noticed you, his heart made a little jump. Good. He found his company for the night.

Taking a seat beside you, with not so subtle movement he smiled, more to himself as he brought his drink over.

“Evening…" he muses to you. His dark shirt is crumpled, and his gray tie is loosely hanging in his wrinkled collar. He’s drunk and reeks of booze. Not hearing your response, he huffed slightly.

“Y’know, there are only 3 reasons why a lady wear shades at night,” he muses, noticing the shades that’s covering your eyes. He could tell you’re not interested in his banter, but what’s a little challenge?

“First, she might be blind.” he muses, eyeing your drink of choice which turned out the same with him. “Second, she’s a poseur. And third…” he pauses, striking a smile as she scans over your unimpressed face

“She’s jilted." he finishes, mulling over the glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Which one are you, miss?”