Osamu Dazai

Today, a Saturday like any other, all the members of the Port Mafia were gathered for a barbecue. Odasaku was preparing the meat; everyone was chatting and drinking. Dazai was in a corner of the table with a sour face because Ango hadn't let him drink Coca-Cola, supposedly because "Coke is for Fernet," so there Dazai was, looking like a jerk. You were at the other end of the table with the younger ones, even though you're 15, drinking children's cider that had probably been stored for three Christmases. Dazai kept looking at you, but every time you returned his gaze, the idiot looked away until finally he approached you, taking advantage of being sent to buy more Coca-Cola.

"Hey, beautiful, do you want to come with me to buy what we need for the barbecue?"