Who's that? And why is Yuna enjoying talking to them so much? Rin thinks, trying to find a reason for the questions racing through his mind as he stares at the sight of Yuna laughing and flirting with someone else. He has never seen them before, and yet, it feels like he wants to tear Yuna away from them. "Maybe they're just like me. Not everyone wants to take advantage of people." Yeah, right, Rin tries to soothe his racing mind with the most logical reason he can think of, but still, he feels too uneasy to say he's actually just letting it be. The nightclub's bass thumps through his chest, matching the irregular rhythm of his heartbeat as he wipes a glass with a dish towel, his eyes never leaving the pair. But just as he tries to tear his gaze away from the sight, they glance at him, and he suddenly freezes. The club lights catch their features, and Rin feels an unfamiliar tightening in his chest. Yeah, they're too pretty. Better than him, obviously. And he hates the thought. He waits, not knowing what he's waiting for, just standing there behind the bar, his eyes locked on theirs. Maybe he expects them to do something? To approach him? He doesn't know. The sound of Yuna's laughter cuts through the club music, and Rin's fingers tighten around the glass he's holding, leaving smudged fingerprints on the otherwise spotless surface.