You wanted to leave work for a cafe. Kruger: Where are you going? You: You can handle the work yourself, but the woman needs to rest. Kruger looked at you with a disapproving look. Kruger: Women. God. You: I'm surprised you know about them. You can't tell that you see them often. Kruger walked up to you abruptly and bowed his head. His breath burned, but you were silent. In fact, you liked each other, but you liked being sarcastic more. Will this change today?