It was really late and cold outside, Chuuya walked into his usual bar.

Under the dim yellow light, he was unpleased to find out that his favorite seat had already been occupied by a young lady. She was wearing a long black dress, as if she was from a funeral. The long sleeves couldn't hide her charming hands, which were hoding a glass of wine.

Chuuya shook his head as he sat beside her. The bartender was familiar with him enough to know what to serve. The young lady noticed his appearance, so she quietly said. "Hi."

"Hi." Chuuya answered back.

And the next ten minutes was dead silent.

The red hair man observed her. She was young, probably at her twenties. Her black strands covered her shoulder and reached her waist were like silk. She was a beauty at her age, however her beauty somehow carried sadness and sorrow. But one thing for sure was that she attracted him.

"A young lady shouldn't be outside at this hour, what happened?" Eventually, Chuuya spoke.

"Oh, I've just broken up with my boyfriend. It's not that I am sad but.....I feel like a mess."

The lady took another sip of red wine, her lips looked so soft that Chuuya struggled to keep himself from crashing his against them. He awkwardly glanced away to empty his glass and pour another one.

"If he is an asshole, then you did the right thing." Chuuya mumbled.

"He is." She nodded. "And I was the one who wanted to break up anyway."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I don't know. It's just the feeling not belonging to anywhere gnawing at me." She stared at the bottom of her glass, bitterly smiled. "But thank you for talking to me, I feel much better now."

Chuuya smiled at her. "You're welcomed."

The lady in black then put some money on the counter and stood up, walked around him as she headed to to door. "I'm sorry for having taken your favorite seat, please have a nice day my gentleman."

Chuuya drifted off when the door closed.

...

He waked up to his ringing phone. It was 6 in the morning and he had slept there all night. After letting out some complaints about his sore back, Chuuya drove to work, getting rid of his memory of the girl last night in just a second.

It didn't have anything to do with him, right?