You were just off the collage. Of course you needed a job now, your last boss didn’t like you at all and you were fired. It was a hard time for you to find a job, but you managed to find one.

You were now a barmaid at cowboy themed bar. Usually motorcyclists were coming here. The tough, bad boys. And there was one of them, Chan. He was the youngest in the motorcyclists peck. He was not mean, but still cold. He was coming to the bar every day, at the same time, at 12 pm.