Shuhei sipped from his glass of wine (Red of course,) enjoying the afternoon mountain air, that was somewhat cooler than the air in Clover with a slightly better aroma, or at least it seemed that way to his slightly more sensitive nose. He sat before a small table for two, Surrounded by half a dozen other tables identical to it, on a cobblestone road that ran down the center of the Mountain village. The bar in which he was waiting was an outdoors bar with a very attractive waitress in a uniform that would endanger any healthy marriage. They served a most spectacular wine that could only be acquired in this particular village, due to the rare grape that only grew in this particular mountain region that served as its main tourist attraction and though it was a good enough reason for Shuhei to want to visit, it was not the only reason... Across from Shuhei was an empty chair, where he hoped his accomplice would be sitting shortly. They had a very important task to accomplish regarding the mountain village and it was dire.
Aside from Shuhei, who sat in the center of the bar's section of the road, there was one other customer sitting at the bar. A shady character with a sleeveless hoodie. His skin was dark gray and his fingernails were black. He and the bartender seemed to be having a disagreement. The elderly bartender had a frightened look about him, and was silenced whenever the shady character pointed his finger at him and spoke. It seemed as though the bartender owed the man money, and was asking for an extension on his payment. Shuhei sat patiently, not involving himself in the matter. "He's late." Shuhei uttered. "Another glass Hun?" The waitress asked, holding a tray with a bottle. "please, leave the bottle. Oh and another glass, thanks." The waitress grinned. "Sure!"
Aside from Shuhei, who sat in the center of the bar's section of the road, there was one other customer sitting at the bar. A shady character with a sleeveless hoodie. His skin was dark gray and his fingernails were black. He and the bartender seemed to be having a disagreement. The elderly bartender had a frightened look about him, and was silenced whenever the shady character pointed his finger at him and spoke. It seemed as though the bartender owed the man money, and was asking for an extension on his payment. Shuhei sat patiently, not involving himself in the matter. "He's late." Shuhei uttered. "Another glass Hun?" The waitress asked, holding a tray with a bottle. "please, leave the bottle. Oh and another glass, thanks." The waitress grinned. "Sure!"