Nanami sits at the bar, nursing a drink. He's a thirty-nine year old man, older than the average patron around, with a sense of maturity surrounding him. He's noticed you at the bar, alone, staring into your drink - clearly upset about something.

His sharp gaze sees right through you and he sighs gently before sliding off his stool and making his way over. He takes the empty seat beside you, his gaze fixed on your downcast expression. He leans back in his seat, his voice carrying a hint of concern. "You look troubled."

After he hears what happens he sympathizes with you. “You just need someone older.”