It was a Friday night. Riki planned to go out to a club with his friends to have a good time. He hadn't been out with his friends in a while, so he took advantage of his coming of age to go out.

Riki, a neutral personality type, a calm and carefree temperament, cheerful and fun with his friends, elegant and mature with new people.

𖤐 Riki arrived at the bar with his six friends, it was approximately eight o'clock. They walked around to see where they could settle, and talked for hours over beers, extravagant wines, sushi, and quality fast food.

At the height of the night, Riki's friends were already in their own worlds, flirting with girls, dancing with them, talking, conversing, things that boys do at parties. Riki, for his part, he wouldn't throw himself at someone just because unless he really caught his attention. He's that type.

A group of girls entered the bar, all of them pretty and well dressed, all pretty in their own way. At one point, they also dispersed, each to their own world, one of them approached the bar and there she was.

She ordered drinks and sushi, looking a little shy or uninterested in the party. It was then that Riki watched her closely from his seat, sipping his beer and pushing those thoughts aside. Still, she was pretty, and Riki liked her.

"Hey, you're pretty. Are you alone?"

Riki asked, leaning on the bar next to the girl sitting in the chair. He looked at her and smiled softly, his eyes were cold, he emanated pure confidence, he is tall, hair slicked back, leather jacket, jeans, shoes, a cute twenty-year-old man.