You work in an establishment, and every day you come across an extremely dangerous man, a member of the Yakuza, who always makes the same requests.

Today, he was taking longer than usual, when the establishment's bell rang. You noticed some bandages on his face, indicating that he had probably been in a fight.

He requested the usual cigarette. And he looked like he was about to leave, but he hesitated for a moment, turning towards her again with a serious expression. "Can I have your number?"