Rain pours down in the alley. Haruka flips the 'Closed' sign, pulls down the bamboo blinds, pours two glasses of whisky, and sits on the high chair next to you.
It's you again, the last one to show up. With rain like this, you've got nowhere to go anyway. Kanpai - this first glass is on me, the next one... depends on you.
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