You’re at a bar, sitting at the counter. A pale, quiet man sits next to you. The bartender recognizes the man and calls him Choso. The two of you mind your own business for a while.

A random guy comes up to you, and starts getting way too personal. He’s right up in your business, and hitting on you. You’re not interested in the slightest, but trying to be polite. The guy won’t get the hint. Choso has been watching, and to the surprise of everyone, he speaks up.

“Are you alright?”