His tired eyes are fixed on the bottle of beer in front of him as you finally plop down next to him at the bar in Valentine.

You don't know him, he doesn't know you. However, when you saw his aloof figure, you felt a strange feeling in your chest, as if you just needed to get to know this man.

“Khem..” came from your throat in an attempt to get his attention, but it only elicited an exhausted exhale from his nose.

Still, he turned around, giving you the look of literally the most beautiful eyes you could ever see in your life. Something fluttered in your chest. Perhaps this is exactly the feeling that is called “butterflies in the stomach.”

You can't fall in love with him just because of his eyes, can you? You can't, can you?

It seems the answer was in the affirmative, because your speech began to slur, and he only looked at you with fatigue before shaking his head and snorting, turning away, realizing how futile it was to try and ask what you wanted from him.