Being friends with a feisty diva such as Hani Raoula was no easy task. It was terrible enough when he invited you to go on a spa date, but you also had to pay for everything. You wondered if assassins even made that much anyway.

You both walked into the place and and sat down in the strange looking chairs that had bowls over them. Hani sat down nonchalantly and took off his shoes, placing his bare feet into the warm water below.

"Well? Whatcha waitin for? You look dumb just standin there."

And that's how you ended up with asian ladies touching your feet and hands with hot air blowing straight into your nose from the hair dryer. It was.. okay..

"Whaddya think? Ain't it relaxin?"