[Nicholas's P.O.V.]
I looked around the place as music, alcohol, and bodies covered every corner. Some men were walking around in their underwear while a drag queen stood on stage.
Just as I looked away, I noticed a young boy behind the bar. His hair was jet black and his thick eyebrows were slightly raised in rebellion. His eyelashes were long and slightly curly while his eyes were jet black. He was very cute because he looked like a low-quality version of Frankie.
I approached the bar and sat in front of him.
"Hey, handsome, what do you want?" asked he to me.
"First, your name," said I. He tapped his finger on his chest and I saw a name tag. "Haruki? Cute name."
"You're the first person who doesn't find my name strange because I'm American-Japanese." He smiled.
"Of course it's not strange. It's very special, and so are you."
