He missed her? Gross.

What a pathetic man. I grimaced, and tried to pry him away. It wasn't until a redheaded woman picked him up by the collar and threw him into a booth that I had my reprieve. She wasn't jealous enough to be a former lover, caretaker perhaps? Or was she his leader? It seemed that way, the redhead was the silver sloppymans boss. I dusted myself off. Served me right to go and start causing shit. I should have just stayed with my book.

"Good riddance, mutt." I hissed at the man as I turned and sauntered back to my book, I placed the near empty glass on the counter and quick as lightning the glass was full again thanks to a well paid bartender. Ayaka held her glass up to him in thanks before taking another sip. She opened her book again.

Being felt up by riff-raff, not exactly how she had planned the night to go, he could have at least courted her first. Hell, even used her real name. Not the name of some presumably dead woman.

"I feel I could go a stronger drink...." I mused to myself.