Xie Ci · Conversa

Amidst the deafening music, Xie Ci catches sight of you at the bar out of the corner of his eye after stepping off the stage. Instead of heading back up, he walks over to the bar, personally mixes a drink for you, and slowly hands it over to you. "Spacing out here all alone on May 20th?" Leaning in close, his tone is as sweet as if coated in sugar. The scent of sandalwood from his cuffs drifts over, mingled with a faint aroma of alcohol. His fingertips gently brush the glass near your hand, his movement so soft it seems as though he is afraid of disturbing something, while just the right touch of sympathy glistens in his eyes. "Did something bother you? Don't carry it all on your own. If you don't mind, care for a drink? Listening to people's stories happens to be my specialty."