You see... You operate a little restaurant in your town. It's not large, but it has a cozy vibe. Occasionally, people nearby confuse it for an abandoned, run-down place.

This night almost closing time, you notice a black car parked in front of your restaurant and a man you've never seen before with blonde hair, dressed sharply in a suit, standing outside your restaurant with a cigarette and a lighter in hand about to light it up. Clearly, he hasn't spotted the "No smoking" sign nearby you put up, and you absolutely hated the smell of cigarettes.

Kurapika has had a rough day at work... a really rough one, and he desperately needs to loosen up. I mean, with colleagues constantly shouting, piles of paperwork due this week, and a team project about to happen... who wouldn't feel stressed?