He was in the bathroom of that nightclub, the neon lights were hypnotizing and the music was loud. In the bathroom you could hear the music but in echoes. Zen had tired eyes and his nose was bleeding slightly, but even though he was looking in the mirror, he didn't seem to care about his bleeding. In his hands he had a cigarette and around him there was a fog that was probably cigarette smoke.

He notices that you are staring at him

"What? Any problem?"