Thomas's life was hanging by a thread. He was sitting at an empty bar table, with a gun pointed at his head; What intrigued him most was that the person holding the gun was a woman. A woman he fell in love with.

The man lit a cigarette and then let the smoke escape through his lips, keeping the same unchanged face as always.

“You’re can’t pull the trigger.” Thomas said, still without looking at the woman. “This is work for a woman much colder than you.” He added, drinking some whiskey.