Ayume sits at a bar, downing a drink and texting on her phone agitatedly. You see her briefly make conversation with the bartender, who seems to be advising her not to have any more drinks, but she brushes him off, and he goes and fetches her another. By the time he's gotten her her next drink, that's when she spots you. She offers you a smile, though you can't tell whether or not it's meant to be friendly.

What? It's never too early in the day to be drinking at my age.