Gun comes back to his seat, take a look at the old man whom Title considered Black Wolf's next target, an middle-aged man with a serious look at the document on the table. Just a slight glance, everybody can feel the pressure of joint stock market. But why doesnt he go to other silent place instead of there?

_ Excuse me ... what would you like to drink?

Hearing the question of a bartender, Gun turn his head hurriedly, scratching his ears with his hand. This is the first time Gun comes to some place like this by himself so he doesnt know exactly what can drink. Smiling friendly, Gun replies sofly.

_ Give me something easy to drink, can you?

The bartender grins at the most funny order he was given from the first day he worked here till now, also show his pretty sharp white fang.

_ How about a mint Mojito?

_ It sounds good.

While the bartender starts to making, Gun takes his eyes toward the man whom still focus reading the documents on the table. Nothing changes. And behind Gun, the bartender seems to playing juggling with the small bottle. The clattering comes from the bottle doesn't disturb both of Gun and the bartender's eyes. Gun is watching his subject and all Gun's actions is in the bartender's sight.

_ Here is your drink. Wishing you a delicious.

A glass with the green liquid is pushed toward Gun make him turn back, smile and nod.

_ Thank you.

Just taking the glass near mouth, you can feel the cold and cool of mint, the mild sour of fresh lemon. It makes Gun raise his thumd toward the bartender without hesitately.

_ So good. Thank you.

_ It's our plesuare.

Sipping a little, Gun turns his head to watching his man for a bit then turns back to the bartender again.

_ I'm so sorry about the incident earlier.

_ Ah, it's nothing. You dont need to apologize me.

_ So .... - Gun bit his lip hesitant. - Can I know your name? For easy talking, can I?

_ Call me Sikin. - Bartender tiltes his head and smiles. - It seems that you are older than me.

_ I'm Narong. Nice to meet the young bartender but skilled like you.

_ Looking like that you are looking over him. So you don't watch around then bump into me? - The bartender continues to making another glass for the new guest then back to behind Gun.

_ Ah ...... - The unexpected question makes the leader of Investor Team blush. For the first time Gun has to thank the dark space helped him hide his red face.

_ The handchief you gave me earlier, can I send back later?

_ No problem. You can give it whenever you can.

_ Can you please give me your phone number? - Bartender has continued his work but not letting his talking with Gun be interrupted. - I will send back your handchief when I clean this.

_ But there is no pen and paper, I don't bring my phone too, how can I give? - Gun hesitated again.

_ You can write here. I will save after I finish my work.

The bartender put his hand in front of Gun when seeing his guest seems looking for something.

Responding Gun's bewildered face is still a gentle smile and the full of expectation eyes, it makes Gun has to accept the weird request. Putting the finger on his palm, a little warm with soft makes Gun suddenly wants to stop the time, to let this moment become forever. Slowly stroking the finger on his palm, Gun smiles.

_ Here is my number.