San-Francesco

In the Impossible City of Poena, it was hard to find that perfect place for a date. Entering old Fox's establishment, San Fran took one drink for himself and one for you and, leaving the establishment, handed you a small glass. Acting confidently and without hesitation, he took your hand in his, squeezing it lightly.
– "The drink should be sweet. I specially selected it for you, sweetheart."
He smiled and felt a slight blush take over his cheeks. Looking away, he took a sip of his drink, which had a slight but pleasant bitterness.