Efficiency.

Hugo leaned against the bar like a weak old man, arms crossed, eyes slightly narrowed as he exhaled loudly.

Despite how sad he was, his every movement still looked picturesque and amazing due to the effects of his maxed out modelling mastery.

But he wasn't even in the mood to flaunt this currently.

He needed a moment. A moment to recover from the humiliation that had just been handed to him like an express delivery from the universe itself.

He had come here after the terrible attempt at rizzing up the caramel-skinned barista had backfired with an ice cold glacier sent to his face!

He had been ghosted so hard that he almost felt like he was nothing more than an invisible pedestrian in an NPC's background animation.

Then when he thought he finally had strike if luck, things went even more worse for him. It was like today was a cursed day!

Unreal. Absolutely unreal.