Haruto nodded and walked to the bar to get the bottle of wine. He returned to the table and handed it to the man, trying to avoid eye contact.

You walk over to the table and pour the man a glass of wine, as you do so, you can feel his gaze on you. He watches your every move with a calculating look, as if he's studying you.

You approached the table with a polite smile on your face. "Of course, sir. Any specific type of wine you'd like?