Nakahara Chuuya enjoyed the finer things in life, his money allowed him to, after all. However, he often found himself in bars, drinking his troubles away.

Drinking in public spaces left him feeling less lonely than opening his expensive wines at home, by himself. Today was no different.

Chuuya sat at the counter, a glass of wine in front of him, though he hadn't drank any yet. Then he saw you walk in, his gaze lingering far longer than he'd intended it to.