That night we both got a little drunk, I only remember having three beers that are it, I guess three did it. The next thing I know is that I'm waking up in Ben's bed next to him, my heart skips a beat. My hand immediately comes to my chest, feeling that I had my shirt on was like no other. I quietly got out of his bed, I started to walk towards the door as the floor made a loud noise, as soon as I picked up my foot ha says.

"Who said you can get out of bed?" He rolls over and glares at me.

"I did, plus there's no one else here.." I respond putting my foot down.

"Well, I didn't, now come back here." He says angrily, I get back into bed with him and he holds me like he was my lover. I wonder what's gotten into him, or was he talking in his sleep. But if he was, there would be no way that he would look at me and do the actions that he did, maybe he has a hangover, he did have more ten me as I remember. But if were both drunk how did we get back here. After a few minutes, Ben starts to breathe heavily, as if he was sleeping. I once again try to leave the room, walking into the living room there was a complete stranger sleeping on the couch.

I would consider him as a mysterious man, but no man who seeks to be mysterious can truly be, there's something about wanting the attention that gives them away. Truly mysterious men have no such desire, their motives remain hidden and hence the allure. The have a stand-offish quality that dares contact without inviting it. They are independent and casual, nonchalant and slow to temper, analyzing situations with ease. They are kind but don't form emotional attachments often, though when they do they can be counted on to be truly heroic.

His eyes flutter under his glasses, his tall figure starts to form as he sits up. He ruffles up his black hair with a hint of gray, with his fingers. For some reason, he looks so familiar but I don't know how. I stand there speechless admiring his body structure. He looks up at me with surprise, then a soft smile app tears on his face.

"Good morning, are you okay? You were a little tipsy last night." His low voice rumbles softly through the room. His voice brings back the memory of him, the bartender.

" I'm okay, thanks but how did you end up here, aren't you the bartender?" I ask softly tilting my head to the side waiting for an answer.

" Yes, I am, I am also a close friend of Ben's. You must be Ivy, right?" he says and I nod to his question. "You're as beautiful as his words, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself-last night, I get in my own world when I'm working. I'm Rui, nice to meet you." He says then we shake hands his hand is so soft.

" Isn't your name Japanese?" I ask.

" Yes, I was born in America my mother is Japanese and my father's American. You're the only person who asked me that, how did you know." He asks as ruffles his hair again.

" Well, it embarrassing but I always watched anime when I was little, and I wanted to learn it so I did. I guess Japanese, is everything to me. When my mother was pregnant with my the only thing she would watch was Japanese soap operas. " I say sheepishly.

" That's interesting.." He says.

" I guess, are you hungry?" I ask as I head to the kitchen.

"Yes, but you don't have to go through the trouble of making something." he says as I hear him stand up.

" No, no it's okay. Do you mind classical music? I like to listen to it when I cook" I ask taking out the eggs to make a rolled omelet.

" It's I don't mind," he says, I start making the food, I look at his tall stride. I feel so short when I see him walk across the room as I turn on the music.

" Here you go, one rolled omelet." I say as I placed the plate on the table.

" Arigatōgozaimashita, it looks delicious." I smile at his comment"

"Dōitashimashite, enjoy." We eat waiting for Ben to wake.

" I have to start  my morning shift soon, can you drive my back?" Rui asks.

"Yeah, just let me leave a note." I leave a note and drive him to the bar.I drop him off and we say our goodbyes.