PART III: Day Two: Second Appointment.
This time he had come a quarter of an hour earlier.
He sat, waiting. Obviously his "date" wasn't in a hurry.
Thirty minutes have already passed. Then five minutes passed again.
He still waited.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
He jerked out of his chair.
A young man, with spiky hair and opened jacket lazily entered the room.
The young man smiled. And he thought he would melt on the floor.
He is charming...
"Oi! I hope I didn't make you wait too much..." the man said sitting down in a swift motion.
...hum well, charming in his very own way...
He gave him an uneasy smile.
"Erm...no, you didn't."
"...Good. Because you know, I've known some people outta there that are punctuality freak." the man spat.
Oh, that reminds me of someone...
He smiled nervously.
"Ah...I see."
"Yeah, worst thing I met him through this agency. A real asshole you know. The type of guy you'd gladly smash on the wall...I can't recall how many times I wished I could beat some sense out of him...that fucking asshole."
Hum. The guy seems to be fond of the "asshole" word.
"Err...yeah...I guess." he coughed. "...may I know when did you start to frequent this place?" he asked, his tone very polite.
"What?! Are you some fucking cop??!" The other man said smashing his fist on the table.
He startled.
Quite the rough type.
"No, no...It's just that...err...I'm sort of new in this whole thing so...I thought you could be helpful..." he answered with an intimidated smile.
"Huh? yeah..." he said putting his legs on the table and he leaned back on his chair.
And he doesn't have any manner either...
"So...What do you do in life?"
The other man frowned.
"Stop the questionning thing, you're acting like a damn cop..."
What's with the cop thing? Does he go for cops? Well, he looks more like a punk...that would be weird...
He coughed.
"I...I just..."
"Yeah yeah...but we don't need that bullshit, do we?" he took his legs off the table and looked at his companion. "...seriously, I entered this weird place because I thought I could find guys I can have some "fun" with. But I ended up with jerks. The first one was a guy I could happily drink with, but he always thought of himself as the man and me as the damn woman. Well, fuck him! I'm not a geisha. And as for the second one...he was just the total asshole thinking he is better than me with his oh-so aristocratic manners and his proudy attitude. Can you believe he called me a street rat?! Me! Fuck them all, those jerks!" he smashed his fist on the table.
And the table collapsed.
He blinked. Then went in his "Oro" mode.
Never piss off that guy. Never.
"Ahem...well, I'm sorry this happened to you..."
His companion gazed at him. Then flashed a cocky smile.
And once again, he thought he would melt in his chair.
Definitely charming.
"Well, well the man who would be taming Zanza isn't born yet!" he exclaimed, thrusting his fist in the air.
Surprised face.
"Zanza? You mean Zanza the mercenary?!"
"Hehehe, I'm pretty famous ain't I?" he smiled confidently.
No wonder the rash attitude. Zanza was very well-known for his short-temper.
To date two celebrities in two days...What a chance!
"Hey, you're not so bad yourself..." he stood up and walked towards his companion. "...You look sweet. At least I'm sure I'll get to be on top with you..." he grinned.
'On top'?
His eyes widened at the dreadful realization.
Maybe he wasn't that lucky at all.