It was almost 8pm on a Friday when Khun arrived at the store, bags under his eyes bigger than ever and shoulders slumped with exhaustion.

"Good evening, Mr. Khun." You greeted the man solemnly, sympathetic to the pitiful sight. The man nodded and swayed a little to the side, holding onto the counter for balance.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, your hands hovering over the counter, ready to reach for the man if he swayed again.

Khun smiled crookedly It's Aguero. My name, I mean. Call me Aguero. Aguero nodded dazedly and then a few more times wildly as if to make sure he was actually doing the deed. His lip twitched, suppressing the laugh that threatened to bubble out of his mouth.

The door slammed open, hitting the doorbell above with a loud ring. All the occupants inside jumped at the sudden noise.

A man was holding a baseball bat, swinging it wildly. He was clearly drunk, stumbling over his own feet and slurring his words.

You heard a loud crash and turned your head to Aguero, who was clenching his fists and growling softly. The blue-eyed man turned to you, giving you a smile that was a complete one-eighty of his previous expression.

I'll be back soon. Aguero turned to the man, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows with a sinister smile, and walked over to the intruder.

The blue-eyed man punched him square in the face. His jaw dropped to the floor. You had to choose this time, didn't you? Aguero grabbed his head and kneed him square in the nose, eliciting a muffled scream from the man.

I've been awake for thirty-eight hours, another punch. And I was also flirting with the love of my life. A kick to the back of the knees and the man stumbled to the ground. Aguero grabbed his hair back, forcing the man to look into his bright blue eyes.

You really picked a bad time to interrupt me. The last punch knocked the man out cold. The rest of the customers cheered.