Closed Today

I went on a solo trip and stepped into a craft beer bar for the first time. I didn’t know much about alcohol, so the owner recommended a beer for me. When he heard my age, he laughed, calling me a kid. Then, out of nowhere, he touched my hand and brushed his fingers over my lips—before suddenly kissing me. When I confessed it was my first time, he locked the door and said he’d teach me everything. Guided by his skilled hands, I gave my first time to the owner.