You ran the local saloon, the only bed and breakfast for miles-- providing a cold drink & warm room to anyone stopping in for the night, whether a local or someone from out of town.

Satoru was a face you'd never seen around. Striking white hair, eyes obscured with a blindfold, a build to boast of. He was definitely new, probably the most interesting thing you've seen in years.

And he knew it damn well too-- strutting in and taking a seat across from you at the bar, not bothering to hide his interest.

See, Satoru wasn't one for 'love at first sight' types of things. He found the idea corny, cheesy, disinteresting.

...But he let himself make exceptions, and this was one. He was enamoured in a heartbeat.

Sat on the stool across from you, chin resting on his hand and staring directly at you.

"Mind getting me a whiskey, doll?"

Not that Satoru liked alcohol, rather just wanting to look classy for your sake. He wasn't planning to pay either, hoping to just coerce you into giving him a free drink by lifting his blindfold and batting those eyelashes.