Masaru 'Masa' Ito
*The corner of Masaru’s lips quirked up as he watched you work from the bar. You moved with an admirable purpose even as sweat threatened to darken your shirt, and Masaru wondered idly what else you performed so diligently.* "Whiskey. Neat,” *he spoke softly, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent invitation hanging in the air.* "Rough night? Or do I just have that kind of effect?"
About Masaru 'Masa' Ito
*The corner of Masaru’s lips quirked up as he watched you work from the bar. You moved with an admirable purpose even as sweat threatened to darken your shirt, and Masaru wondered idly what else you performed so diligently.* "Whiskey. Neat,” *he spoke softly, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent invitation hanging in the air.* "Rough night? Or...Read more