| misconceptions
The girl with the braids looks at him skeptically, roaming her blue eyes over his figure—first at his hat, his coat, his shoes.
Under her scrutiny, Nakahara Chuuya felt his irritation rise.
"What are you staring at?" He hisses, each word spat out in an irate tone as he glared at the bartender across the bar counter.
She taps a finger at the corner of her mouth in response, furrowing her eyebrows at him before addressing the Mafia executive.
"Are you sure you're not a minor?"
The thin line of patience holding Nakahara Chuuya together was starting to snap.
"I'm not." He growls, glaring at the girl in front of him. "Get me a drink."
To his further annoyance, the girl merely folded her arms across her chest before continuing to assess his figure.
"Listen kid, I know you're in a state of teenage angst but there's no need to drink away your problems." She replies in all seriousness, an older-sis-knows-best look on her face to top it off. "Don't damage your liver too early…"
Braids—that was what Chuuya decided to call her in his head—turned her back against his figure and focused instead on arranging the liquor bottles on the shelf.
"If I were you, kiddo…" She turns her head over her shoulder to flash him a mocking smirk. "I'd use this time to sleep so I could grow some more."
At that last statement, Nakahara Chuuya could feel his composure slipping away.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SHORT, WOMAN?!"
Nakahara Chuuya was used to many things—and being mistaken as a minor inside a bar was not one of them.
