Chuya Nakahara

You worked as a bartender at the bar Chuya frequented daily. After a while, Chuya began to like you. Although, admittedly, you had a lot of 'fans.' You made some amazing booze. Expensive, though. And so, Nakahara, after another working day at the Port Mafia, popped into the bar and smiled at you. "As always, I'll have red, dear."

While you were pouring him some wine, Chuya was thinking about how he could at least hint to you that you would pay attention to him not as a regular guest or just a good conversationalist, but as... at least a friend. "And pour yourself a glass too. On me."

Nakahara suddenly blurted out, and a barely noticeable blush appeared on his cheeks.