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"Well, meat is good too." She said towards him with a giggle.

She saw as the waitress approached, the udon was steaming! So hot~ She thought to herself, smelling hers. She looked up as Salvador spoke, and scooted up. "Okay...! I will listen well." Alex said rather playfully, watching with big eyes. She began to nod at each word, fully intent on her promise to listen. Her eyes watching him pick up the chop sticks, and....tried to pick up a noodle....and---failed.

She scoffed a laugh, but quickly covered her mouth. "I- I- think a fork is good. Definitely!" She said politely, going into each word as best she could. She really didn't want to laugh like before. "Fork is good too...very good...." She added, nodding more. Alex trying her best not to further embarrass him.

Alex tried to eat with a fork, but she honestly felt it was insulting to those who cooked it that she wasn't eating it in a traditional way. She looked around the resturant trying to grasp other ways. Her skills in chop sticks most likely advanced Salvador's, yet it held negative effect upon attempting to do so with them...In the way back, however, she saw a man had udon as well. He was eating with it with one of the spoons and sipping at the liquid that the udon rested in.

"Oh~ It's almost like soup." She snapped, grabbing one of the spoons from the table. She sipped at the liquid just like the man, and she tested its flavor greatly. It was still hot, as her cheeks began to burn, but really good. "Yummm.." She giggled, acting like a child once more. She began to eat as quickly as Salvador, but actually was unaware of it. She was focused on tasting the new flavor and new dish, enjoying each bite.

The two of them finished moments apart, to which she rubbed her stomach. "Remind me to try this udon more often." She said to him with a nod, definitely planning on trying other flavors too.

Alex was tempted to start a lecture, and she could tell from his features what he just did. But, she resisted. "Of course, it was your treat after all...least I could do." She said to him, eating one more piece of sushi before asking for a to go box.

Once she received one, she packed up her leftovers and handed it to him. "It was nice, to have a bodyguard and all that." She said to him, as if this would be their last outing. She was aware how it could very well be, and wanted to ensure he didn't have to pretend otherwise if so. "We should probably get going, it's getting late." She adds, grabbing her purse.

Alex gave a chuckle as he ate, then shrugged at his words. "Was fun while it lasted..." She got her helmet and followed him out the door, waving goodbye to the restaurant owners. "Next time you're hungry for a good cafe meal, ya know where to find me." She jokes, putting on her helmet. She was referring how they first met at the cafe, and how he could visit it whenever. Alex put on her helmet, sitting behind him. "Ready when you are."

Salvador backed out his parking spot and drove out of the restaurant parking. It was strange how much time the two spent inside the restaurant. The sun was already down and ready to visit the other side of world.

Salvador drove off. His motorcycle leaving behind a dim brown trail as the body lights glowed in the dark. The merc's main headlight casted a bright light that lead the way through an already lit street full of cars. It was a long drive before the two reached Alex's apartment. This was, yet again, due to Salvador driving more sanely and not taking any shortcuts, weaving in and out traffic, or running any red lights.

"Well," he said, "We're here. Be sure to tell your friends about me if they ever have a problem that needs solving." Salvador was just joking of course. Or was he? He was a gun for hire after all. If someone was willing to pay him for his services. "Also, you can keep those knives. You know, in case you run into some punks on the street." Salvador then left giving Alex his two finger salute. The merc left a faint brown trail as he sped off in some direction.

Figuring his job was over, Salvador headed for the "usual spot" to contact his supplier. Salvador parked his motorcycle to the side of road next to the lonely pay phone. The only company he had was the lone street light that shown above the pay phone. The mercenary picked up the phone and dialed the number he was to dial. The line began to ring. Soon a familiar whiskey soaked voice answered. "I'm here to check on my progress. Might be a little early to say, but I think our little friend croaked on his own. Haven't heard anything about." The voice on the other side sighed and began to speak. "About that..." Salvador felt surprised. What could could this be about? "You are right. It is early but nothing has been heard from the little guy. But your job isn't over. I not sure how to say this, but your contract has been passed over to someone else."

Salvador's face was just barely holding onto its color. "What do you mean my 'contract' has been 'passed' on?" Salvador was trying to hold back his anger. His contract was the deal between his employer. If it was being passed on, that meant someone else was paying for Salvador's services. But who?

Salvador stood there hanging on to the phone. "Listen friend," The voice said. "I'm sorry to do this, but someone else will be picking up the tab now. Don't worry though, you're still going to be getting paid. In fact, your new employer wants to meet with you directly. He should be there to pick you up." Salvador lowered the phone from his ear and heard the sound of rolling wheels. A black limousine pulled up behind him. "I gotta go..." Salvador said perplexed. "ha luego mi amigo." The line was then disconnected and Salvador hung up the phone. He turned around and looked at the black limousine. A skinny man servant got out of the limo and asked for Salvador's helmet and motorcycle keys. "The master wishes that I watch over your vehicle until you return, sir." Salvador handed the valet his helmet and keys and walked slowly to the limousine.

Salvador felt lost, but angry at the same time. He should have had his money by now. Instead, he was being told someone was now controlled his cash. Salvador stepped inside the limo and sat down. The door closed and the limo began to drive away.