Zich opened the door. Beyond the delicious aroma coming from inside the shop, he heard some chaotic noises. He stepped inside without hesitation. It was the restaurant that Tim had called ‘trash’ repeatedly just a few days ago. As if the commotion that happened there before was a lie, the restaurant was full of vitality. The owner of the restaurant had looked at the sky as it was about to collapse, he was now taking orders while beads of sweat trickled down his face.

Zich raised his hand to make an order. 

“Yes! What should I get y…!” When the restaurant owner checked Zich’s face, he looked surprised. It seemed like he recognized Zich. After all, it had only been a few days since he grabbed Zich’s hand and sang about how evil the gangster who messed up his shop was. 

“Are you not going to take my order?”

“Sorry? Ah, yes.”

The restaurant owner handed the menu to him. Zich ordered a simple meal and one glass of beer, and the restaurant owner left while taking the menu board with him. Zich looked around the shop.

‘He isn’t here.’

Zich couldn’t find the person he was looking for, but he wasn’t disappointed. If he was the person Zich was looking for, there was a high chance that guy was looking...