U missed me? Here's a new chapter from the delicious Word's oven! i'm sorry i'm a bit late with it, but i make it up by making it larger than usual, as it covers the history of two chapters in one (2x1!)

Be aware, it can have some misspellings because of two reasons:
1- English is not my primary language.

2- Word auto-corrects a lot. (primary reason)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stock Pot Inn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Here ya' go! Thirty…" I said as I handed six blue rupees to Anju.

"Thanks! I hope you are enjoying your stay!" Anju said as she put the rupees on a hidden drawer behind the counter.

I sat on the couch right next to the entrance door. I still had my rupee bag on my hand. I noticed that it was getting smaller and lighter each day that passes. I glanced to the inside of the bag and counted exactly that sixty-five rupees left. I put my left hand on my cheek and started to think:

(Oh man, my money is running out too fast… where I could work? If I don´t get a work in two days, then…)

I didn't even want to think about it. Yesterday I progressed nothing by going into the field, just got a hell of a headache because of that weird stone in the middle of the grassy fields, and I doubt that any information of Epona may come today, but on top of that, I don't have any idea about how to get back home. Even though I've met all the other guests at the Inn yesterday, they didn't ever heard of Hyrule before, and knew nothing about a horse.

And the cherry on top of the cake was that I had that damn nightmare again last night.

I couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

"… sigh…"

"Umm… sorry… something troubles you?" Anju said behind the counter.

Anju couldn't help but notice my preoccupation.

"Well, actually…"

I really have no reason to hide my problems to her.

"…I got no trace about the person I'm looking for, and to make it worse, my money is running out very fast…"

"Really?…My apologies, that…may be my fault…" she said, looking at the floor.

"What? No! Why are you saying that?" I replied in a friendly tone.

"No… really…the Knife's Chamber, the room where you are staying, is the most expensive room In the Inn, you know…" she said looking at the ground, trying to hide the guilty on her face.

"…?"

"I'm sorry! The…Knife's Chamber is the only one available, but if you want, I can change you to a regular room, which would cost only ten rupees, but you have to share it with other guests though…" she said still looking to the floor.

"Hahaha! Don't worry! I'll take care of the money somehow, but please! (I whispered to her) don't put me in the same room with those guys, please!"

She giggled at my statement. So I'm not the only one that thinks that all the other guests are weird? She covered her mouth with her hand to contain the laugher.

(giggle) "Erm… now seriously… you may need to get…a job, Alex."

"…Yeah, I've thought about that…"

The silliness of my last comment had totally disappeared from the conversation.

"Maybe you could suggest me some?" I said with my arms crossed, a normal posture for me.

"Mmm… you are a swordsman… right?" She said looking at my sword.

I glanced upon my left shoulder and gave a quick glance to my sword. "Ye could say so… why?"

"You could be…a guard, you know, like those at the gates" she said with her hand on her chin.

"Hehe, someone told me that before, but I don't think that being a guard could be the job for me…"

Probably, you are asking why my negation of being a guard. Then, it's because I don't want to stay all the day in a gate doing nothing. I've seen it with my eyes; the southern entrance's guard looked like he disliked his job. But my most powerful reason to not being a guard is that I don't want to wear those ridiculously tight and short trousers. I'm dead serious; those things will never fit me. (especially on the crotch…) Just thinking about it made my pants feel tighter.

"Then… the Milk Bar, maybe?" She suggested. That got my attention.

"Milk Bar? What's that?" I asked.

"The Milk Bar it's a bar that serves only milk, and opens only at night; however, only members are allowed in. But…I know the owner, Mr. Barten. He´s a serious guy, but nice and kind too. If you explain him your situation, then he may hire you, but who knows"

I put my right hand on my hip. "Really? That sounds interesting… where's it?" I asked.

She opened her mouth, like going to answer, when a baby's crying was heard from another room, followed by a squeaky shout: "Anju!" Her mom shouted from another room, immediately gaining her attention. She was going to leave and answer the call when she turned to me and said:

"The Milk Bar is right next to the inn" she hurriedly.

"Uh, Ok…"

She hurried to assist her mother with her baby, but she stopped just before she could disappear from my sight and told me:

"Good luck Alex!" she said as she rushed out, leaving the counter alone.

"Thanks!" I replied, not sure if she heard it.

A Milk Bar… I couldn't think of something better at the time, I mean, it's not that money just come from the grass or something, so I decided to take her suggestion and check out the bar. I got out of the Inn.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ East Clock Town ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as I stepped on the paved floor outside of the Inn, I glanced towards my left, where was a building painted with weird patterns painted on it, much like every building I saw before.

I walked towards its entrance door. The door had a sign that said:

"¨Latte¨ The Members-Only Milk Bar". Open from 10 Pm." with elegant script.

I wasn´t exactly here for the service, so I ignored the sign and put my right hand on the door's knob.

I was going to open it when I glanced a poster hanging on the right side of the building. I stood in front of the poster and examined it. It was a chalkboard with some things written on it, probably to promote the establishment.

Milk bar Latte:

We offer our customers limited-run milk. Thus, we are a members-only establishment.

We serve:

Romani Milk

Gorman Milk

Chateau Romani

Those who do not have proof of membership will be refused service.

-The Owner

They are serious with that members-only rule, but hey; it´s not like milk can get you drunk, right? I opened the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Milk Bar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I closed the door and got a little astonished by the looks of this place. It was a big place, contrary to what seemed outside. The first thing I looked was two spinning fans hanging on the ceiling. I was in a very tall place; I looked below the hand rails and saw a man mopping the floor. He hasn´t noticed me yet.

(That must be the owner…)

I walked down the large stairs and got to the main floor. In front of me was a big scenario with its lights out. This place is quite elegant.

I walked towards the man who was mopping the fancy paved floor. He turned to face me. I examined him as he did the same with me. He was bald, but had a very thick beard, and had a very fat nose. He was dressed like a regular bartender; he dressed a white shirt sleeved to the elbows, complete with a black bun on his neck, and a black vest that only highlighted his large belly. He had a cow-patterned pants that, to be honest, seemed ridiculous. He had a completely black eyes and thick eyebrows, which raised one of them while inspecting me from head to foot. He rose that eyebrow even more when he glanced my sword on my left shoulder, but I was too busy trying to not to chuckle because of those ridiculous pants, until he said:

"The bar opens at night, sir. And it's members-only. We refuse people who don't have proof of membership." He said in a robust, serious tone.

I was going to say something when he started again:

"Well, now I'm getting things ready, so as long as you don't get in the way of my cleaning, you can stay." He said in a relaxed tone.

"Thanks…"

Then I proceeded to sit in one of the seats in front of the bar. The bar owner proceeded to mop the floor again silently. I rested my elbows on the bar table, and looked at the decorations that had the other side of it. I looked to my right and stared at three giant containers, probably containing those three different milks that the sign outside said.

"So…" He started. "What brings such a young man like you into a closed bar?" He said, still mopping the floor.

I turned to face him. "I… didn´t came here exactly for the service, sir."

"What do ya' need then?" he stopped mopping and faced me and rose an eyebrow.

I had to choose my words carefully, I didn´t wanted to give a bad impression.

"Well, first of all, my name is Alex" I extended my hand in front of him.

"It's Mr. Barten for you" we clasped our hands together friendly.

Then I told him all my tales about how I got to Clock Town. He proceeded to sit in the seat next to me. His reaction was that he nodded and nodded while listening to my history. I told him about Hyrule, Epona, the thieves, and even that I settled in the Stock Pot Inn. I felt that he half-believed and half-doubted.

"Mmm… that sounds like you are carrying a great weight on your back…" we both stared to the floor.

"Yeah…now I have to find a way back home…"

"But you still haven´t answered my question- why did you came in here?" He asked, trying to not being rude.

I'm the kind of person who usually goes straight to the point, but this time was harder to get to this certain point. I took a deep breath and got all out:

"Ok-mah money is running out fast-so I need to get a job-and someone told me that I could work here, so I came here to ask—for a job" I said sheepishly.

He took five seconds to process my words on his head, but then he burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!(deep breath) Hahahahaa!"He grabbed his belly and put a hand in front of me, like trying to excuse himself. "E-excuse-me! Hahahahah!"

I just stared at him confused and wide eyed. What's so funny?

Between laughs, he put a hand on my shoulder and said:

"Haha!-you don´t have to be shy! If you need it, of course you can work here!" he said with a warm smile.

My eyes grew wide and smiled. "Really!"

"Yeah! I actually could use a helping hand in here!"

I happily smiled and nodded "Great! Now what do I have to do?"

He put the mop in front of my face and said: "First, mop the stage!" I stared at it two seconds; I nodded and grabbed it, and stood up from the chair and started walking towards the stage with the mop in my hand.

"But!" he started.

"You have to know that you'll be working here until late hours of night, all right?"

"All right!" I replied with a decided face.

I got on top of the stage and mopped the floor. Mr. Barten got into a room behind the bar.

I couldn't help but smiling, this was the first good thing that happened to me in Clock Town! It can be just something small over all the stuff that I went through before, but I appreciate widely, no matter how small is in comparison. Now I have to keep that pace of good things, next is find information about Hyrule… But how?

I mopped the entire floor, washed the dishes, cleaned the bar, polished the containers and a lot of other stuff, until we got prepared to open the bar. I and Mr. Barten found time to spare, so he offered me a glass of romani milk, I couldn't say no. We chatted a bit before open the bar.

"Say, Al… I'm still amazed how such a young man has to confront all your situation…" then he took a sip from his glass of milk.

"Yeah, but what else I have to do? I know that I have to deal with this by myself. At first, when I glanced to the town for the very first time, I couldn't believe it! I mean, after thinking about it, I didn't thought a logical explanation, so I thought that all this was a dream, but…" ( I touched my head where I got hit when I fell from Epona) "This pain is real, and you, Mr. Barten, is real too… I just can't hide of this thinking that it's not real… I have to face this like a man!" I got it all out, and felt eased in my interior.

A couple of minutes passed until he replied: "And that's exactly what are you doing now" He gave me a warm smile. "To be honest, I didn't believed not even the half that you said, but now I don't really feel any bad intentions on you…"

I smiled thankfully and drank my glass of milk in one big gulp and, in difference to the Inn's guests; he didn´t got surprised, and drank the little milk that remained on his own glass.

"You know… you really look like someone I've seen before…" he said after putting his empty glass on the bar.

"Huh? Who?" I asked.

He shook his head "Nah, nevermind… it can't be…"

I just gave him a confused look while he stood from his chair.

"We have to open now…" he said as he walked upstairs to get the main door open.

That I look like someone? Some guests told me the same thing yesterday. They said that I looked like some child that was in town about a year ago and knew practically everyone at the Inn… and now Mr. Barten too? What does this mean?

I shook my head and got back to the real world. Get lost in my thoughts has no use.

I got behind the bar and costumers got inside very fast. In less than a minute five people sat on the other side of the bar. At first, I thought that only bad people with bad mean come here, but realized that the costumers were just normal people! I even saw the jugglers from the Inn came to the bar.

I really got well along with the costumers, they just asked for some type of milk, I gave them, and they gave me then the rupees worth of the beverages. Even Guru-Guru, from the Inn too, came and I served two Romani's and one glass of Gorman and we chatted a little bit.

But this particular guy came then, he had a really weary face. He sat on a free seat; he put his arms on the bar and sighed heavily. I walked towards him behind the bar. I can say that he's a little older than me; he had a very unusual purple-blue hair and red eyes. What a weird combination.

"What could I serve you?" I asked.

"?… who are you?" he raised an eyebrow.

That's not a nice way of talking to somebody you don't know…

"Hehe, my name is Alex, I'm new I town, Mr. Barten just hired me today" I said friendly.

"Ok then, "Alex", could you serve me a glass of chateau?

"A Chateau Romani at the order!"

I then walked to the big container that was in the middle of three, the one with the rose colored substance. I turned the valve that was below it and the milk came out from a pipe below the valve and put the milk in an empty glass and filled it to the edge. I turned the valve to its original place and returned to the blue-haired man.

"Here, it's- two hundred rupees…" I still felt weird asking for such a high amount of money just because a single glass of milk.

The Chateau Romani was the most expensive milk from the three we serve. When Mr. Barten first told me its price earlier, I got astonished, how could a simple glass of it could be so expensive? I haven't tasted it yet, and obviously can't afford that amount right now. What makes it so especial?

Another fistful of people asked for it earlier and paid for it without a hesitation. Is this milk so tasty to pay all your earnings of the week? Or this town's people are just disgustingly rich? Who knows…

"Here…" He got out four purple rupees out from his pocket and handed them to me.

"Thanks!"

Then I put the rupees inside the cash register and, mostly, ignored the red-eyed man, he looked like he had his own troubles in mind, so I better not disturb his thoughts.

It was very late at night and my body was asking for a rest already, but kept working at the same pace I started with. But it didn't take too long to Mr. Barten to notice it, so he spoke to me:

"Al, you can go now, you look like you could use some rest" he said with a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I was waiting for you to say that…" I didn't deny it; I already had rings under my eyes.

He chuckled and got a red rupee and two blue rupees (equivalent to thirty rupees) out from his pocket and handed them to me.

"Take, this is your pay…" he said holding the rupees in front of me.

I smiled and nodded. "Thank you very much!" I took them respectfully and put them in my rupee bag. I was going to leave right away, but Mr. Barten stopped me:

"Hey, Al, wait!" He said holding a transparent jar on his hands.

I walked towards him and realized it was the jar that contained the night's tips, full of mostly, green rupees.

(Is he going to give me a part of it? Sweet!)

He then opened it and gave me all its content, I calculated exactly seventeen green rupees. I was surprised, with my hands full of the gems I said:

"What? All of it? You gotta be kidding me!"

"You deserve more than that for your great work today. Now go and get some well-deserved rest!" he said with a warm smile.

"Sure!" I thankfully said.

"I want you here tomorrow at four, kay'?"

"Kay'!" and i leave the bar.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stock Pot Inn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My feet were begging to rest. I opened the door and closed it with key. I practically jumped to the bed just for a moment to feel the soft bed, but enjoyed the moment more than I had to; I was dozing already, so I abruptly got up from it.

I couldn't sleep like that. I rapidly take off my boots, removed my sword and hanged it in the wall next to the bed; I took off my shirt and leave my dark blue undershirt on. I left my remaining stuff in the drawer at the side of my bed, I left there my endless pouch, but when I got my rupee bag in my hand, I glanced at it for some seconds, shook it and heard the sound of several gems against each other. I smiled.

(It's… heavier…)

In that moment I felt satisfied because of it. Yeah, my feet may hurt, and I may be tired as hell, but all that hard work expresses itself right in this bag.

I sighed and put it in the drawer, went to bed and got asleep I less than ten seconds.

Two days after that, I got used to the routine of my work, now I don't have any monetary issues. I arranged a deal with Anju yesterday; if I helped her in the cleaning of the Inn, in especially the other guest's rooms, then she would only charge me twenty rupees instead of thirty for my stay. Deal that she accepted gladly.

Ughh… now that I remember, today I did the cleaning on the principal guest's room, and… man, there were little blue spiders crawling on the floor of the room.

I simply can't stand spiders… the way they move with those little legs and how they run insanely fast, but when you look at them they just stood in place, like looking at you… I got out my sword and killed them one for one, (even though there were only two…) thing that was very hard to do…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Milk Bar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Al! Quit loafing around and clean the bar!" Mr. Barten got me out of my trance of spiders.

"…!" I reacted. I was so lost in my mind that I forgot that I was working.

"Get lost in your thoughts won't get ya' any money! Now keep polishing the bar!" He ordered.

"Uh…yeah! I'm doin' it" I answered and continued polishing the bar table with the wet rag on my hand.

(Hehe… now I'm starting to talk like him…)

I got along very well with Mr. Barten too. He's actually a very kind guy, though sometimes strict, he has a very big sense of humor, and usually fells into the ground laughing because of someone telling him a joke, it happened my first day, yesterday, and surely today he's going to do the same at some point. But he's not only my boss, he's also my friend. I smiled.

(It's good to be open with someone sometimes…) and that "someone" is a friend.

Then, I heard that the door upstairs got open, with its regular squeak. I stopped polishing the bar and glanced towards the door, and Mr. Barten did the same.

(Someone? This early in the day?)

It could be anyone, someone dangerous even. I instinctively raised my left hand on my shoulder and… realized that my sword wasn't there. An image of my sword hanging on the wall that I usually left it on my room came to mind. I facepalmed.

(Sh*t…)

But my worries disappeared when I glanced a red-haired woman entering the Bar. She wore a purple dress and a white shirt with a yellow scarf tied around her neck… wait…

(I've seen her before…)

She then glanced at me while walking downstairs, and stared at me. She had some very pretty sapphire-blue eyes… hang on a second…

(Is she…)

"Cremia! Nice to meet you! How's been your week?" Mr. Barten started.

She then stopped staring at me and smiled to Mr. Barten and got downstairs, in front of Mr. Barten.

"As always, Mr. Barten, full o' work…"

Cremia?… Ah Yeah! Now I remember! She was the one who helped me out when I first got in the city! She works for Mr. Barten then?

…But actually, that's none of my business, so I continued polishing the bar. But being those two the only people talking in such an open building, I couldn't help but hear what they were saying.

"So, you have this week's delivery?" Mr. Barten asked.

"Uhh… yeah, I do" I wasn't looking, but I could swear that she was still looking at me.

"Al! Come here please!"

I stopped polishing the bar and walked towards them. I didn't wanted to incommode her, so I didn't looked her straight to the face, instead watched Mr. Barten while walking towards them.

"Uh… what is it?"

"Please, be a gentleman and help the young lady bring her delivery to here, okay? He said in a tune of not-waiting-a-no for answer.

"Yes'sir!" then he leave to a room behind the bar.

"Umm… please…follow me…" she said sheepishly. I nodded and silently started walking upstairs along with her.

(Doesn't she… recognize me?) Maybe yes, maybe not…

We got in front of the door, and as my father always told me, I always have to open the door to a lady. I opened the door and offered her to go out first, as any gentleman would do.

"Thanks! What…a gentleman!" She smiled to me.

She then proceeded to go outside. I must admit: her smile made me blush (thing that I rarely ever do), I hope she didn't noticed…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ East Clock Town ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I closed the door and kept following her as she told. We were walking towards the east gate. I was minding why go outside to the dangerous field until she spoke:

"Maybe it's just me but, I think that I've seen you before somewhere you know… how Mr. Barten called you? Al?…" She turned to face me and our eyes met for some seconds. I said nothing, just waited for her to continue her phrase.

"…ex? Alex?" she was surprised.

"Yep, the same" I just smiled.

I was a little relieved that she actually remembered me.

"H-how have you been? I-I didn't recognized you at first—without your sword!" She made a sheepish grin. We continued walking.

"I've been good, and hehe, as you can see, I forgot my sword at the Inn" I said looking at my left shoulder and couldn't help but facepalm again.

(One plus the countless times back in my home that I forgot my sword…)

While I lamented my stupidity, we passed by the east gate's guard, who was taking a comfortable nap. I'm not lying; he even had a pillow on his head while leaned against the wall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Termina Field ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We walked outside of town where a carriage was right in front of the town's entrance. This carriage had a lonely horse with reins attached to it. It had brown fur and a chocolate-color mane.

(Mmmm… chocolate…) My stomach growled.

"Can you help me carry the milk jars?" she asked, interrupting my food fantasies.

"Uh, yeah of course!" I snapped back to reality.

She noted my lack of attention, but just giggled and climbed up the carriage.

Then I turned my attention to the horse. I calmly patted his neck, and he snorted. It's really crap that horses are not allowed inside of town. I sighed.

(Epona… where could you be…)

Then I turned and saw Cremia holding a big jug with her both hands. I understood. I got in front of the carriage and she passed it to me. It was heavier than I expected. This jug had the image of a smiling cow standing in grass and text that said: "Romani's". So Cremia sells Romani Milk? I put the jug in the ground.

"Here comes another one!" She advised, holding a second jug. She passed it to me and I put it on the ground too.

"Okay, there are still more, but we'll come back for them later…" She then was going to get down from the carriage.

But before she could do, I offered her a hand to help her get down. She took a pair of seconds to accept my helping hand. She gently grabbed my hand, and I helped her get down the carriage. However, when she landed her both feet on the ground, she almost slipped, but I prevented it by grabbing her shoulder, not letting her fall. In that position, our faces met in a dangerously close distance. She immediately blushed heavily and I broke my grip from her, and we both stared at the ground sheepishly.

"W-we b-better get j-jugs to the bar" She then proceeded to hold a jug with her both hands.

"Y-yeah! We b-better do" Then I grabbed the other jug with my both hands, holding it in front of my chest. And we walked towards the bar to deliver them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ East Clock Town ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The atmosphere between us two got really awkward after that last scene. I didn't dare to speak.

I don't understand—I've fought a flock of wild wolfos by myself back in my home ranch but cannot break the ice with a girl? Jeez Nayru! What's wrong with me! But you can't blame me; this ice is very hard to break...

"Soooo… Mr. Barten hired you, huh?" it ended up that she was the one who break the ice between the two.

"Eh, yeah, h-he hired me like two days ago…"

"And why the Milk Bar? There are surely another places for you to work on, like, you could be a gu…"

"Guard? No thanks… I mean, just look at him!" I turned my head towards the east gate's guard, who was now lying on the floor sleeping with a blanket on, and I swear that saw some ZZZ's coming out from him.

That image made her not giggle, but chuckle.

"Haha! Now I get it!" she smiled.

That really broke the ice.

"And what has happened to you since we last met?" She asked.

(sigh)"Well, it's a long story…"

I told her my tales while delivering the milk containers to the bar. I resumed her my days since I last met her, excluding the part of Epona. Telling her about it would be just a waste of breath. What could be the chances that she knows something about a lost horse anyways? Probably, zero.

But I did told her that I was searching for a way back home, and that I've been asking the bar's costumers if they knew a land called Hyrule, thing which… wasn't giving me any results either.

The time while we talked passed quickly, and we were leaving the last container (out of five) from the carriage to the bar. I

"But today, I forgot my sword at the Inn…Ha!" I growled, drawing out enough force from my arms to put the last container of milk in the bar table.

I wearily sighed."Uff… that's the last one"

"Thanks Alex! Between two we did it really fast! I owe you a lot" she smiled thankfully at me.

"Between two? Does…" I looked both sides and whispered to her. "…Mr. Barten doesn't help you get the containers to here?"

"Well… no, he has never offered to help me… you've been actually the only one to help me in my work for a quite while… you know…" she said with her both hands together on her back and looking to the ground while clutching the fabric of her skirt

I felt flattered by her words. I raised my right arm and put my hand on my head. I smiled. "Is the least thing I could do to return the favor!" I smiled.

"…What favor?" she looked confused at me.

"…? Cremia, if you had not helped me when I first got in town, then I had not known my way around. If it weren't for you, then I had not known a place to stay. If it weren't for you, I had not known Anju, who told me about the Milk Bar, and finally work here thanks to you. Sooo" I crossed my hands in front of my chest and looked to the floor. "I'm actually the one who owes you a lot…"

She stared at me thoughtfully, and being gazed by her in that way was making me blush slightly and my heart was pounding fast.

(Did I actually said that? i think that i overdid it a little with the words... now she's going to think that I like her or something because of that! What I was thinking!)

"You finished helping Cremia, Al?" Mr. Barten said while approaching to us, making Cremia turn her attention to him.

"Uh—yeah, I-I did"

"Ok, Cremia, how many you bring me this week?"

"Today was five jugs of Romani Milk… next week is Chateau…"

Mr. Barten then glanced at the jars of milk that we left at the bar table, and got his rupee bag out from his pocket.

"Five jars of Romani, would be… seven-hundred huh?" he said as he got out three golden rupees and two purple rupees out from his bag.

"Yeah, exactly…" She said as she accepted the rupees and put them in her own rupee bag.

I didn't got surprised to hear that amount. Milk can be very expensive in a big quantity, and more if runs out as fast as does in this bar. I know that fact very well, as I helped my parents did their money accounts, I knew well the high price that milk can have.

"Thanks Mr. Barten!" Cremia said.

"Now, if you two don't mind, I have to continue my break…" He said.

He then got a glass of Chateau Romani with ice out of the nowhere, and put some sunglasses on and leaved.

She then turned to me and said:

"And… what are you going to do now, Alex?" She asked.

"Right now I'm trying to find a way back home, but I can't find a reliable source of information…"

She put her hand on her chin and took some time to formulate an answer.

"Mmmm… I may know a place…" She stated.

My curiosity rose to the skies. "Really? where?"

"In west part of town, there's a library I usually go… you should drop by there sometime"

A… library? That never crossed my mind before.

"That seems like a good idea… " I scratched my head thoughtfully.

"Well, I have to go now. I don't want to get late to the ranch, my sister will get mad at me otherwise"

"See ya' next… week" I said.

"Bye Alex, bye Mr. Barten!" she waved goodbye, got upstairs and got out of the bar.

She leaved me thoughtfully. A library seems like a nice place to gather information; I better go there in my free time…

My stomach growled.

Mr. Barten walked towards me.

He took off his sunglasses and said: "Hehe, Ye like her don't ya'" now he was in front of me with a shamelessly wide grin.

He was surely waiting for me to end like a tomato by hearing his statement, thing that my father always did whenever I met a pretty girl in Castle Town. But for once, I turned the table saying something he surely wasn't waiting for me to say.

"What if I do, then?" I replied with the same smile he was giving me some seconds ago. I walked upstairs.

"Where are you goin'?" He said as watched me walk towards the entrance's door.

"I'm going to buy some chocolate" I said with my hand on the knob.

That's it for this week guys, for any suggestions or ideas, leave your review. I have to tell you something very important: i may take me longer now to make new chapters, because i have final's exams and most recently a girlfriend (yay! :D) BUT i may have them faster if i receive some reviews. The reader's feedback just pumps me up to do it faster.

See ya all (hopefully) next week guys take care.

-Matt