Rain pattered heavily on the metallic rooftop above. The night had grown dark and foggy, chatter filling the bar at a rapid pace. Meanwhile, Champei fiddled with his Mojito, rotating the glass slowly as ice softly clattered against each other, cubes bubbling to the bottom.

Champei didn't know why he was there. The suffocating environment wasn't his taste, with bodies rubbing against one another and the noise of minor digital soccer games creating a ruckus. He truly didn't understand how men could sit on their asses all day watching sports on TV. He was probably way too overdressed for an event like this.

Plus, there wasn't a point. Champei was barely known throughout high school. He was a social outcast, unable to make friends properly. He had the label 'coughing kid' because of his illness. Very original.

Champei tilted his gaze down from the rain-streaked window, landing on the ring that cast a glare from the light. It reminded him of a photograph. His other hand resting on the table reached out towards it, toying with the ring in a circular motion.

For some nagging reason, he felt as though he was being watched.

Tilting his gaze up, he flickered towards the bell that chimed loudly, signaling that someone was leaving. Champei was going to leave soon anyways. This seemed like a perfect time, as partygoers throughout the bar should begin to wrap up their evening. But this was a bar. People stayed here all night, for crying out loud.

So that was his decision. Champei swiftly left the bar, being met with rain quickly landing on his polished black shoes. He swerved his head to the side in the direction of his car, only to be met with a figure sitting down next to the flight of stairs.

It was you. The only tolerable guy he hung out with in high school.

Water dripped down the portico, creating the glass atmosphere of a warm bubble. He blinked at you momentarily, then turned away to fish a cigarette from his pocket. He felt like a creep just watching you so casually.

Champei brought the cigarette to his lips between his slender fingers. He looked back down to you, who still hadn't noticed him.

"Got a lighter?" Champei inquired between his muffled lips, only to remove the cigarette to speak more casually. A stoic expression still met his face as you looked up at his standing form. "It's Youen. From high school."