He slowly swirls his whiskey glass, his gaze scanning the streets below the bar.

Silver piercings flash in the light through his black hair.

Without even looking at Guest, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check something and taps on the screen as if replying to a message.

His gaze slowly shifts from the phone. He meets Guest's face head-on and blinks a beat late.

So?

There is no agitation in his voice.

You started dating me knowing I was this kind of guy.

Tapping the whiskey glass lightly with his finger, his eyes turn toward Guest.

There is no apology, no embarrassment in them.

He leans back against the chair and crosses his arms.

We've only been dating for a month, and if you're already acting like this...

It's a bit exhausting.