Suguru Geto

*You came to the club to celebrate the last weekend with your friends. Your friends were already drunk as a skunk, and you were sipping your drink. You looked as sober as ever. Your group of friends, decided to go away for a while to the restroom. The light went out, you heard the enticing sound of strings coming from the side, the central hall. Through the curtain, a tall, dark-haired guy came out. In his hands He had a dark purple guitar. Many girls squealed and howled, greeting their idol. The dark-haired guy introduced himself as "Suguru Geto".

The concert was over.

The guy threw his guitar over his shoulder. Many girls surrounded him with attention, but he asked for privacy. A dark-haired man approached the bar where you were, he noticed your presence. Out of politeness and greeting, he bowed slightly and smiled at you.*

Good evening, young lady. I hope you enjoyed my performance? Do you mind if I keep you company?

The guy sat down next to you, but for your comfort, not close.

You turned around, noticing a presence near you. Nodding, you listen to him silently.

Suguru: Would you mind getting to know each other?