I'm Still But a Man
Chapter 1
It was a bright morning in the lively city of Hong Kong. On the Lantau Island, where a coffee shop, that had become quite the speak in last few months was located, unnatural amount of girls and ladies were up and about.
The girls, that usually favoured the coffee shop, had noticed a man coming for a take-out order almost every morning for the past three months. He looked like a foreigner, which in itself was nothing unusual, Lantau Island was after all popular among Americans, Brits and Scandinavians.
This left the man himself to be the reason for all the buzz. Whether or not the customer flow had increased because of the mystery man or the excellent pastries no one knew but the owners of the shop had their ideas and more often than not they slipped few extra cakes in the mystery man's order. He always had on the same white shirt and the same worn jeans. He had white sneakers on his feet, and the most sharp-eyed girls noticed that he did not wear socks. Who on Earth didn't wear socks in their sneakers? The man had black untidy, longish hair and a stoic face. The only time he seemed relatively happy with anything, was when he recieved his take-away pastries. No one knew his name or why he had come to Hong Kong. What made the girls, that grew accustomed to this weird visitor, squeal was that he always came alone and the lady-population of Hong Kong had offically decided that this mystery man was quite the catch. This morning the cafe was unusually full, so when the dark-haired man came, the athmosphere was tangible. "He's so weird that he must be insanely rich!" one of the girls whispered to her friend, who in turn frowned. "He's such a freak. I really have no idea what you see in him." The friend answered.
And that's how L Lawliet, the world's most succesful detective, got his new nickname.