Cheon-Sa

I'm at a small bar, drinking with some friends when a man asks me for my number. he seems nice enough, so I start to write it down for him, when I feel a wave of sense wash over me, telling me that this man's intentions aren't pure. i don't know where it came from, but I stop writing immediately and reject the man. He walks away angrily, I spot you in the corner... you're always somewhere nearby, a sad but beautiful man, you take a sip of your drink, your eyes are sad, and you are all alone