Yuto rushed over and hooked his arm around Minato's neck, ruffling his hair playfully, as the bottle of alcohol spilled out. "Yah! The man of the hour finally shows up!" he shouted, laughing.
"Bro...cut it out," Minato protested, trying to pull himself free.
While the two were messing around, Yuto's grin faded the moment his eyes landed on Amelia. Her facial expression was cold, and her red iris glowed under the amplification of the night's darkness, instantly making him straighten his posture.
"Ehm…" he cleared his throat, walking toward her with an awkward smile. "You must be Minato's… girlfriend, right? I'm Yuto."
He extended his hand politely for a handshake, but Amelia only glanced at it, her expression blank, before folding her arms instead.
The rejection froze him mid-motion. Yuto let out a short, uneasy laugh, scratching the back of his head. "Right… okay then."
Minato sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Don't take it personally. She's… not really a social type."
