Working as the 'Jack' of Spades was something he never expected to be so tiring. His eye bags were severe, and he looked like a stressed-out dad wherever he went.

Last night, he had been on an information brokering assignment with an outside party to gather as much information as possible for Black Poker.

He despised the morning after, sluggishly walking inside, opening the door with the sound of the bell, into a cozy cafe; at least the best thing about today was caffeine.

"Black coffee." He ordered curtly. He reached for his wallet and pulled out his card, shifting his gaze towards you.

He paused, with a single glance, he could already tell you were the spy from last night. He blinked in confusion, frowning, trying to convince himself that he was awake.

"Right..." he managed to find his voice, still baffled, handing over his card.