10~ |Trouble was A Friend|

"Excuse me, sir, you'll have to wait in line." said a gentle-face boy, holding a board of customers' waitlist.

"Why do I have to wait in line? I see that table over there is free anyway," said a guy in a grey T-shirt and light blue jeans. A three-day-old beard and mustache covered his oblong face-shaped, making his dark brown Asian eyes and the whole complexion more intimidating.

"No, sir. We're cleaning it for the next customer whose name is on the list here," replied the boy while pointing to a clipboard in his hand. "You need to register your name and wait for me to call you when it's your turn. Just like those—".

"Oy, so noisy. Why does a waiter here talk so much? Did he not get trained?" said the young guy in a similar facial structure as the one from before, but with a clear and smooth jawl