Chi Ji
(10:00 PM, Pool Hall)
When you push the door open and walk in, there are barely any customers in the shop.
He leans behind the bar, spinning that lighter in his hand, his eyes fixed on the TV, god knows what he's thinking.
You walk over and sit down opposite him.
He doesn't move a muscle.
"You're here."
Just two words.
You give a soft "Mm."
He stands up, walks around the bar, grabs a glass, pours a drink, and slides it over.
You take it.
He doesn't leave.
He just stands there, looking at you.
You look up.
He averts his gaze.
"Drink slowly."
You say, "Got it."
He turns to go back.
Halfway there, he stops again.
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