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Chapter 1
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Present day Tokyo, Japan
Yamanaka Ino tied the mint green lace in a bow around the last bouquet of pink roses on the table. She held it carefully and took another bouquet before marching out of the door and placed them inside a white mini-van parked near the sidewalk before heading back inside the boutique.
"How can that lunatic be sick today? Look at the weather. It's scorching I feel like my pretty face is melting." She fumed out, lifting and dragging two heavy flower stands from the shop towards the van.
She took off her yellow apron and tossed it on the counter when she got back inside. Hyuuga Hinata, her assistant and long time friend, stepped beside her and handed her the list of delivery address. She had long, dark brown hair, light gray eyes, pale skin, and was a few inches shorter than her in height. She was wearing the same apron with the shop logo printed across the chest.
"Ebisu-san said he was food poisoned last night and can't really make it today." Hinata said timidly, clasping her hands together as she watched Ino read the list.
"Food poison my ass. He eats too much it's gluttony, that's what it is." Ino grumbled as her eyes scanned the notes, one of her hands rested on her hip. "Five clients today. Some residential houses, art gallery, commercial office… and that number five guy's ordered again, eh?"
"He's one of our regulars, though he never comes by and just orders online." Hinata recited her words like an obedient secretary.
"Well, it's either he's one hell of a sweet, mysterious casanova or a highly creepy stalker if you ask me." Ino said, folding the list and sliding it inside her pockets. She strode back to the door. "Anyway, I'll be back by lunch time, Hinata-chan. For the mean time, keep an eye on the shop, okay. Call me if something comes up."
She gave one wave before disappearing out the door as the shopkeepers bell tinkled above.
"Hai. Take care, Ino-chan!" Hinata gave one curt bow.
Ino stepped out of the Yamanaka Flower Shop, wearing a plain peach shirt, jeans, and a pair of brown flats. The exterior of the establishment was painted with pastel yellow and white stripes, and there were two big glass windows on each side, showing the displays of fresh flowers of different varieties. There was a wooden door at the middle with a see through glass and a folded white curtain behind it.
Ino hopped on the drivers seat of old the mini-van, started the engine and drove off.
The shop wasn't usually busy and sometimes there were hardly orders at all. But that day, her delivery guy, Ebisu, was absent and she was the one who'd be doing the job. She did the delivery orders sometimes, but the weather that day was too hot she didn't feel like going outside at all.
Ebisu, her delivery man who always wear round sunglasses, has been with them for years. He was an employee of the shop during the days when it was still being run by Ino's parents. He rarely goes absent in his work and he looks after her from time to time since her parents passed away, but still, she likes cursing him every now and then.
Yamanaka Ino, on the other hand, was twenty-eight years old, has short blonde hair that falls right down below her ears, has blue-green eyes, fair-skinned, slim and taller than the average female in height. She was very much like a tomboy growing up. And in terms of character and mannerism… well, there are a lot of things that people could describe Ino. They'd say she was egotistic, ignorant, stubborn, impatient, un-ladylike, a slob, tyrannical… and so forth.
Truthfully, she knew she was just average looking, nothing special, yet she kept this lofty air and mountain-high ego. Perhaps it was because it helped her cope with doing things by her own.
Her family opened the flower shop when she was a child. She would regularly visit it after school, looking and playing with the petals left on the tables while they were busy arranging the others. It was a simple and satisfying life, and she thought about being a florist when she grows up. She just didn't thought she'd be taking over the store sooner than she expected.
Her parents died in a car accident right before she graduated college, leaving her with her grandmother, Chiyo-baachan, and leaving the flower shop, the old mini-van, and their small house with a flower field alone with her. Those were the darkest days, but she didn't let her parents' efforts go to waste and she continued the tiny business, concentrating on it ever since she graduated from school.
It wasn't easy, though. It took her some time to learn how to keep the boutique going. Earning money from a flower shop was pretty much a seasonal thing, and there were a lot of low order days during times without occasions. Ino only has two people who stayed by her side through the years in the store: Hinata, her former classmate and assistant florist, and Ebisu.
She turned to another corner and fumbled for the delivery address list. She asked Hinata to sort them out by expected time of delivery stated in the order info. "Okay, and the first stop is to…" She ran a thumb on the paper. "…Asakasa area."
She checked the name of the receiver and the sender of the bouquet of flowers. She coiled her forehead after seeing the familiar name of the sender:
From: #5
The letters were written by Hinata based from the order forms for that day.
Whoever #5 was, he sure was a regular customer. They have a lot of female customers, but she assumed the sender was a guy because of the number of women recipients, and the receivers were mostly pretty ladies. Orders from him would go from two to eight bouquets of blooms for a number of girls per week. Sometimes multiple deliveries in one day, then followed by a long gap. She and Hinata had never seen him in the shop since he places his orders always online, and would only state the name # 5 to be put on the note as the sender. Ino hadn't seen him in any of the places she had gone to hand out the orders. She assumed he was some sort of playboy who perhaps likes to charm women, and she wondered if they knew they weren't the only ones whom he sends them to.
Oh, he was a sly one.
Ino thinks it was rather peculiar, but since he orders routinely and pays full every time, she knew she couldn't complain. If there was one thing that bothers her about it, it was his cunning way of fooling the female recipients. Still, she tries to ignore and stay out of it as much as she could.
The first recipient that day was located in an office building in Asakasa. She told the name of the recipient to the office receptionist, and after a minute, a petite girl in a black dress, whose hair with orange highlights was tied in a bun, walked out to the lobby from the nearby glass door. Her red heels clicking against the polished floor each step.
"Pakura-san?" Ino asked her when she approached.
She saw the dozen blue irises with Ino and nodded. She squeaked in delight when she handed it to her.
"Oh, how lovely." She said in a purring smile. She smelled them and blushed after seeing the tag which was slid in the laces. She put her hand on her cheek. "He knew I like flowers." She giggled.
The young female receptionist watched her with interest from the desk and leaned forward. "Is he that gorgeous guy you said you were seeing?"
Pakura giggled again. "Well, yeah, kinda."
Pakura proceeded to talk with the receptionist in an animated voice as Ino bid farewell, obviously not timid to wave her flowers in front of people who were passing by the lobby. She fought the urge to blurt out that she wasn't the only girl in the list whom the deranged guy was sending some to.
Her next stop was to a small art gallery with orders of a pair of flower stands for a party.
Her third stop was in a nursing home wherein she handed flowers to an old woman celebrating her eighty-third birthday.
She looked at the address list once again when she got back to the van, and wasn't surprise at all to see the last two orders she'd be delivering were from the boy, she now labeled, number five.
The fourth stop was in a residential villa and a maid lead her to the back of the house when she appeared at the front door, looking for the recipient named Samui. There was a clear, bluish round pool at the terrace and she saw a form of a woman swimming under the water. The sun rays glimmered against the pool surface.
It turned out the woman looked like she stepped out of a men's magazine. She had straight, shoulder-length blonde hair with pale green eyes. Ino felt her own chest shrank after seeing the woman's big bust and curvy hips, wearing a wet, see-through bikini. Her skin was like porcelain against the sunshine.
When Ino gave her the bouquet, the lady named Samui only took it with delicate hands and pulled up the corner of her lips. Her long nails were done with french manicure tips . She didn't look nor ask who the sender was and placed them down on the glass table by the pool.
Ino could feel her stomach grumbling when she sat back on the drivers seat. She turned back to the delivery list. Now, the fifth and last address was rather familiar to her since she had delivered there before.
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There were always two phones sitting on the counter near the back wall of Gamabunta's Bar and Café. One black and one red.
The black phone was usually used between 10AM to 7PM. It was used for taking inquiries about the food and drinks the shop serves, or just for food deliveries. The bar and café also serves alcohol drinks, but these don't get available until past six in the evening.
And by that time, that's when the red phone would start ringing. Actually, the red phone receives callers 24/7, although not so often during business hours. But it does receive calls mostly by night time, even after midnight, when the establishment caters to other matters after dark.
And at that precise moment, during an hour when the sun was high up in the sky, the red one was ringing at the counter.
Kakashi flinched at the sound as he stirred the cup of coffee he was making. He stayed out late last night, playing poker with some of his old time buddies and he didn't like to talk much yet. He thought the red thing was ringing abnormally early that day again.
"Gam's, at your service." He tried to pull out a steady voice as he talked to the receiver and listened to the other line. "No, four and five aren't here yet. Maybe you should try calling later… Yeah, we can arrange something like that…" He talked over the phone, sipping coffee in between. "We'll have to check for a moment… As for him, I'm not yet sure what his schedule is for the week, but you can try later… Alright, bye bye, sugar."
He hung up and placed his forearms against the counter, clutching the coffee mug between his two hands and inhaling the aroma for a minute.
Kiba was serving some hot tea at the first occupied table that day. He has chocolate brown hair and chinky, beady eyes which people sometimes say makes him look wolf-like. He was wearing a white, long-sleeved blouse and black pants underneath. It was the café's uniform.
"Good morning, ladies." He smiled to the two girls sitting at one of the small round wooden tables. They were their first customers for the day and they beamed at him as he placed the cups in front of them.
Shino was shining the glasses of the pastry display counter, standing near Kakashi. He was rake thin, had messy black hair and was always wearing dark specs even inside the shop. He was wearing the same uniform as Kiba and Kakashi. He was the house baker and he'd be putting an apron shortly and head to the kitchen to create new batches of cinnamon rolls and muffins. He was the only one who could actually bake or cook something worthy to eat out of all the staff in that little bistro.
The door tinkled and swung open, and a blonde guy with sapphire-blue eyes walked in, his arms extending as he did.
"Gooood morning!" He greeted them with a broad smile, his white teeth gleaming as he crossed the room.
"You're late." Kakashi mumbled as Naruto, the blonde goofball, walked over to the counter.
"Yeah, sorry. Overslept." He said, tucking in the edges of his blouse neatly behind the counter.
"Where the hell is Sasuke, too?"
"His shift starts after lunch. Yamato re-scheduled him yesterday with Gaara, remember?" Naruto said, replacing the filter from the coffee brewer with a new one.
"Ah, yeah…" Kakashi sipped from his cup. "Well, he's better off bartending the night away for a while, anyway. Got some callers this morning, asking for you both."
"My sched's open for tonight." Naruto said, taking out cups and saucers from the shelves. "But as for him… er, he's flexible, you know."
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Across the city, in an elegantly furnished bedroom, Haruno Sakura's pink locks sprawled against the white mattress. Her rosy lips parted as she breathed heavily, gasping. Her hands clawing and moving along his sweaty back and up above his nape as their heated bodies ground together.
She always loved the feel of him inside her, filling her with every thrust. He was ramming her roughly and the bed shook and creaked with their movements. She curved her back in an arch, her creamy, bare legs parted and held up in the air as he nudged them wider and he pushed in deeper.
"Ahhh—Sasuke…" She whimpered underneath him.
He looked domineering above her, covering the light from her face. She looked up and saw his onyx eyes surveyed her for a moment, before pulling his face down and encircling his lips around one of her nipples, wetting them and sucking as his other hand squeezed and pulled the other until they felt blissfully sore. She drew her head back as he continued his thrusts and she could feel the hot feeling forming down her belly.
"You smell so good." He murmured against her soft skin, nipping them along her breasts.
He took one of her legs and held it higher above his hip. She felt his member sliding out, then hitting back in. She moaned as one of her hand held one side of his buttocks, pushing him further inside her warmth. He was making her addicted to him. Nobody could make her lose control like him. He knew exactly where to push her buttons. She didn't even know which part of the bed they where on anymore.
He was gorgeous and his body felt like it was made for her. To please her. They were both covered in sweat and the room felt steamy and heavy. The morning light peered through the tiny gaps from the white curtains and they illuminated the room with a glow. The lighting made the blush on their cheeks even more visible. And she couldn't help but think of how delicious he looked with it.
She cried again when she felt her body losing control, reaching her version of paradise. After a few more thrusts, she felt his body stiffened and he groaned on top of her, clutching the back of her thighs as he did so.
A few minutes later, he was lying on his back at the end of the bed and they were still panting.
Sakura lied sideways, supporting her weight with one elbow as she ran her dainty hand on his moist, lean chest which was moving up and down with his breathing. Her long, pink locks fell down her shoulders and along her back. Her green eyes watching him. Her bare form draped the mattress for him to see freely.
She liked him ever since the first time she saw him, and when she finally had him, she couldn't seem to get enough. She finds herself dreaming about him at night, getting wet just thinking about his touches. He was exactly her type: dark haired, tall, mysterious, handsome, edgy. Sometimes she finds it hard understanding how a beautiful man like him could be so shady and independent.
She didn't mind paying him for his services, especially if she could get what she wants. She would merely send the payments in his given bank account and sometimes he seems to forget about the transactions at all. She knew he was physically attracted to her, as what she was to him. Their bodies felt built for each other.
She was a habitual customer of his yet she didn't like thinking of him bedding another woman. He felt like a possession she couldn't entirely own. And she was used to getting anything she desires. After all, she was a successful career woman heading a media and publication firm.
Most men were intimidated by her appearance and status. She was alluring and successful, yet he appeared at ease when they first met several months ago in a celebration. They had a group of people with them and he simply bonded with her in a laid back, enigmatic vibe which caught her interest at first, and then she was soon pulled in his provocative world.
"Stay here." She said to him in a lacy voice.
Sasuke gave a tender smirk she always find irresistible of him as he lied there, barely moving.
"I have to go to work." He said softly.
"One day of absence won't mean too much." She insisted.
"Yamato's gonna lose it if I don't show up." Sasuke sat up and removed the rubber from his shaft.
The woman wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him on the neck. "But I want more of you." She whispered seductively.
"Too much is dangerous for someone like you." Sasuke said, clasping her chin between his fingers.
"You know I like danger." She teased, her hand running down his toned stomach daringly, touching his sensitive parts.
"I'm going to fuck you on the balcony next time." He said.
He gave her a quick peck on the lips before standing up and started looking for his clothes around the bedroom. It was actually a classy room, with the floors made of marble and the walls had some abstract and floral patterns. The mattress and bedsheets were also comfortable against his bare skin. But that day it was very much all tangled up, with pillows and clothes everywhere.
As for the walls, well, he wasn't sure if they were thick enough to keep their uncontrollable noises from the neighboring units.
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Ino slowly drove the van down a street in Minato area, looking side to side for the street or block numbers. She had delivered there once before for the same recipient and was trying to recall the exact building. She only remembered the girl's hair was pink, resembling her name, and that the low rise establishment looked high class.
She heard her stomach churned again.
"Pork buns, roasted duck, grilled squid…" She was unawarely humming to herself.
Whenever she eats out in a fine dining restaurant or with a group of people, she tries to keep her poise even if she was starving. But when she eats alone in her house or anywhere without anybody or with only a close friend like Hinata or Ebisu, all those illusions gets shattered and she barely has any lady-like manners at all—sinking her humongous teeth on a big chicken leg or a steak with grease around her mouth.
She saw the familiar building with the correct number and hurriedly parked at the side of the street.
The building was finely made: with bright lights, clear glass walls and cream marble floors. It was a low-rise residential establishment, with six floors and a few units per level for people who could afford more than the average workers.
Ino took the shiny elevator near the lobby and arrived at the sixth and uppermost level. She stepped out and strode along the small, empty corridor while holding the roses, searching for the right unit number encrypted on the thick, wooden doors.
"Some fancy place. Celebrities must be living here." She muttered alone.
She saw the exact door number she was looking for. She stood in front of the door, raised her hand, and was about to knock when it was suddenly yanked open before her.
Ino found herself staring at an attractive boyish face. They both looked taken aback the second they saw each other from each side of the door. Blue-green eyes met a pair of dark gray ones.
He appeared to be putting on clothes as he was leaving. His white blouse was left unbuttoned and untucked, revealing a firm chest between the opening. He was wearing black pants and casual derby shoes. His jet black hair was tousled around as if he just came from bed. He was a couple of inches taller than her.
He saw the bouquet she was holding.
"Oh, hey. Is this the residence of Miss Haruno Sakura?" Ino asked.
"Well, you got the right place. But—" He turned his head to the side to take a glimpse inside the room. "But she's dozed off as of the moment."
"I have a delivery for her today. You mind taking it?"
He yanked the door open wider and stepped aside. "You can leave it on the desk."
She stepped inside the room and saw a sleeping form of a woman on a fluffy bed at the far corner. Pink strands of hair draped from a white duvet wrapped around her. Ino could hear her snoring the moment she entered.
The room was designed like the interior bedrooms in Paris which she saw in magazines. It also smelled of sex and some female fragrance. Ino tried to ignore it as she placed the bouquet on the glass dining table. Good thing she wasn't there yet during the verge of their escapade. That would've been awkward.
The guy was waiting for her outside when she moved back out. He locked the knob on the other side of the door and pulled it closed, leaving the slumbering woman in the room.
They both took the elevator to the lobby without saying a word. Ino stole a few glances of his face on their way down. He was sinfully good looking, she thought. He has a straight nose and deep set of eyes. It didn't mean she was attracted, though. She just likes looking at lovely people sometimes. And besides, her heart and attention had been reserved for quite some time now.
He was facing the lift door so she could only see his side profile. She hasn't seen anyone that perfect at a close range. He noticed her staring at him and his eyeball rolled toward her in sideways, looking at her without moving his head. Ino quickly turned away and gawked blankly at the glazed wall as she felt the elevator moved to a stop.
"Have a nice day, Ma'am, Sir." The receptionist at the lobby bowed to them as they both strode out of the entry.
They got separated when they turned to opposite ways on the sidewalks. Ino slid back inside the mini-van and started the engine. She had already turned three corners when she suddenly heard a thick rubber exploding and felt the vehicle shook. She hastily pulled over and checked the side mirror, seeing the busted tire of one of the back wheels.
"Ohh—not today. Not today!" She exhaled noisily. She turned on the hazard lights, pushed the door open and got out. "And this just have to happen when I'm the one using the stupid van!" She hissed, not caring if anyone would hear her.
There was a sharp stone stuck against the black rubber, and it tore the surface, creating a four-inch gash. The air was gushing out fast and the tire was starting to look deformed.
Ino pulled the back door of the vehicle open and drew out the orange toolbox and the rusty jack from under the last seat. Then, she hauled the replacement tire Ebisu keeps ready next to where the toolbox was. It wasn't the first time she was going to change a ruptured tire. She had done it before.
She kneeled against the ground at the side of the road, several cars passing her by. She positioned the jack under the frame near the flat tire and started to raise it until it supported the the vehicle enough. She took a wrench out of the toolbox and began losing the lug nuts on the wheel. They were fastened tightly and she turned it forcefully to loosen. She could feel her neck and back started to dampen from the labor.
"Shouldn't you be letting some bloke do that?"
Ino held the wrench stiffly and turned around, looking up.
The cute guy she saw back in the building stood above her at the sidewalk, watching her with a puzzled look. The sun was blinding and she squinted. She noticed they were in front of some book shop.
"Oh, it's you." She said, turning back to the wheel. "Nah, I've done this before."
He moved beside her and rolled the sleeves of his blouse up to his elbows. "I'll do it."
She gazed at him for a moment and his piercing eyes met hers once again.
"All right." She said in pursed lips.
She handed him the wrench and stood back, letting him take the place where she was.
She wiped the sweat off her face. She must probably looked stinky at that point, yet she reminded herself the sweat might make her look sexy or something, the hopeless smug that she was. She crossed her arms as she watched him unfastened the nuts. He pumped the jack to lift the ripped tire higher off the ground, then fully detached the clasps off the wheel.
As Ino stood there, she noticed a tramway station several blocks away down the street where she stood.
"On the way to the tram?" She asked, couldn't keep herself still as she waited, doing nothing.
"Yeah." His back turned to her.
"Aren't you a little late for work?" She looked down her watch.
"I work in shifts."
It was a fine sight, seeing a beautiful man like him doing the work for a change since she did things mostly herself. Nevertheless, Ino yawned and thought about what she'd be still doing that day when she gets back to the shop.
She thought about the blooms and if they would still have enough fresh ones for tomorrow. She actually had some chrysanthemums left, which she had expected to be sold out by the end of the day. It was the type of flower which was usually sent to that Sakura girl, as what she used to see on the order forms. But that day the order was for pink roses for her, instead. And she had to look for another supplier just to get them since she only had red ones.
"Why so serious?" The raven-haired guy asked as he saw her unmoving face. He rolled the new tire along the ground and lifted it in place of the busted one.
Ino looked up at him, her arms still crossed. She wasn't actually too shy when it comes to talking to people she didn't really know. She had met different types of people when she had begun running the shop, anyway, ranging from little kids to retired ones.
"I was just thinking about some stocks, and the flowers your friend received today." She said. She was actually going to say 'your girlfriend', but thought about being safe. Her arms still crossed in front of her chest. "She usually gets chrysanths but the order today was different."
The guy fastened the lug nuts back easily. "Yeah, I didn't know she was allergic to pollens before. So I switched it to something else more mellow."
Ino blinked. "Wha—Ohh. So you ordered it?" He didn't really say anything about it when she was there to deliver. "You didn't react in any way when I handed it out."
She couldn't see his expression since his back was turned to her.
Then she paused, blinked dumbly again, and opened her mouth. "You're number five?"
He unexpectedly laughed as he lowered the van using the jack, kneeling on the warm road. "You make it sound like it's some sort of a legend."
Ino observed his features, from his spiky hair to his comfy shoes. Of course, only a guy this good looking could pull off such stunts— charming girls, brightening their day with some fresh flowers on given days, fooling them eventually. Not only he has a well carved face, but his body was something any female would love to touch.
And at that moment, Ino felt bothered by his presence.
He handed her back the wrench, done with the job. She took it, eyeing him in a bizarre manner, as if trying to understand him by just studying his profile and actions.
"Thanks." She said, her voice turning thick out of the blue. He moved back to the sidewalk and she turned her head to him. "You're a regular customer of the shop. I see your orders there."
He nodded. "I didn't assume you'd notice. I saw that dude with shades a couple of times delivering them. On the other hand, you seem to be a fresh face."
"I don't do the deliveries often."
Ino moved to the back of the van and put in the toolbox and the jack. The guy grabbed the flattened tire and helped her plopped it underneath the seat. He was still adjusting it properly beside her and she scanned him for a brief moment before she spoke.
"I've always wanted to ask you one thing, though." She said in a snooty tone, extending her arm against the side of the van. "How can you date all those girls at once?"
He turned to her, getting a bit distracted from what he was doing.
"I mean, how can you fool them like that? I've delivered three orders from you for three different women in just one day." She continued, her tone unanticipatedly rising and the words escaping out of her mouth. She placed her arms against her hips, oblivious that it was making her look like an old school principal. "Don't you think you're being sweetly cruel? I mean, of course, we're pleased for the amount of orders you get from us, but still—you can't just juggle all of them at the same time like pet puppies, especially if they're unaware of your little tactics. You're going to squash their feelings eventually if you keep this up."
He didn't react. He let her talked all the way as he passively finished placing the things securely at the back of the vehicle. She was starting to remind him of a stubborn, nagging granny.
"I know I should be sticking my nose to my own business, but as a woman voicing out a perhaps common thought of some other women, too… you can't just date and fool girls that way, sweetheart." She said in a sarcastically tender voice, suddenly uptight the next minute.
He stepped back and shut the back door closed. He faced her collectedly.
"Well, aren't you a judgmental old babe. I'm not dating any of them, sweetheart." He gave her the same mocking tone, his dark eyes staring straight at her, unfaltering. One could easily be drowned in the depths of his pupils, she saw. "I'm just sleeping with them."
Her face turned confused. "What?"
He stepped closer to her, then. Their noses almost touching. Ino felt a sudden blood rush surged through her as she saw him that close.
"You heard me." He said in a low voice. "I sleep with some. And as for the rest, they merely ask for company."
Her eyebrows wrinkled, as if she had just heard the most ridiculous thing. "Is that some kind of a habit?"
"I work two jobs, and one of it belongs in the escort service, love." He said in a subtle voice. "I do it for a living. There's a difference."
Ino tried to let the words sink in her head. He chuckled for a moment after seeing the oafish look on her face. He was about to turn around, but stopped. Instead, he fumbled for something in his pocket, then slid it out and handed it to her between two fingers.
"Look, if you're really curious or just got some hell of comments- like what you're doing right now- you can just drop by here."
Ino took it rather hesitantly. Her face was now in a frown. "What is this?"
"You can find me there." He said with a shrug, moving away and back to the sidewalk. He gave her one last amused look. "If you find it insulting, you can just tear it and throw it away. And by the way, a simple thanks won't hurt."
In a minute, Ino was left standing there at the side of the street alone, next to the back of the mini-van. She only watched his figure disappeared down the streets.
He was an oddball, that guy. She thought. Little did she know that he was actually thinking the same thing towards her.
She looked down at the piece he gave her, her face still held that discomforted expression as if she was constipated. It was a charcoal colored business card. The first letters at the center were written in orange with simple thick fonts, and it read:
Gamabunta's Bar & Cafe
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