"Huh?"

You choked on your beer and coughed with your sleeve over your mouth for a while before you recovered. "What did you say?"

"Oh, no, no, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I … I'm not asking you to shut up."

The dark-haired man was a head taller than you, but he looked inexplicably cute when he panicked.

His face was a little red in the warm light of the bar. He stood an arm's length away from you, awkwardly rubbing the stubble on his chin and stammering, "I … I was just … Oh!"

He gestured with his eyes behind you. There were five people crowded in a booth in the bar. One of them, a blond man, was looking in your direction with an exaggerated expression of astonishment.

"He," the man tried to look serious, "was just planning how to hit on you."

"What??" the blond man shouted. "Ted, let go of me. Barney Stinson accepts the challenge!"

"Screw you." The red-haired girl sitting opposite him grabbed Barney's yellow duckling tie and pulled him in front of her. Ignoring his exaggerated scream, she reached out and grabbed his ear. "Don't disturb them!

Behave yourself! "

Another beautiful girl raised her eyebrows gloatingly and turned to apologize to you. "I'm sorry. He's just like that."

You shrug your shoulders to show that it's okay. You turn your attention back to the strange man who suddenly came to talk to you, asked for your phone number, and then suddenly told you to shut up.

He had his head down. Under the light, his beautiful caramel-colored eyes were peeking at you from behind his eyelashes. When you caught his gaze, he quickly looked away shyly.

You swallowed your beer. "Oh … I don't think I'll let him get away with it."

The man seemed to heave a sigh of relief. His eyes, hidden under his overly delicate eyelashes, couldn't help but turn back to look at you. He didn't look at you in the eye. He just looked at your black curly hair that fell over your shoulder. "Is it because he's wearing a duckling tie?"

He plucked up the courage to say something witty. When he pursed his lips and smiled, a small dimple appeared on the side of his face.

You were amused. "No, no, no.

If someone wearing that cute tie wants to buy me a drink, I'll definitely say yes. "Behind you, there was a noise of someone suddenly standing up and being slammed back down.

"Ah!" Barney hammered the table in pain.

The bartender coughed in warning.

The man's mouth was open, and his face was full of "miscalculation."

Now you were really amused. You tilted your head and waved at him politely standing aside.

The man blinked nervously, looking like he wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he was pushed forward by someone. When he subconsciously used his arm to support himself on the bar to stabilize his body, the distance between the two of them had disappeared. As long as you raised your head slightly, you could touch his chin with your lips.

"Didn't you want my number?" You straightened up and whispered in his ear, "Sir, can you give me your left hand?"

His ears were completely red. He pursed his lips tightly and passed his left arm to you. His butterfly wing-like eyelashes fluttered rapidly.

You took out a lipstick from your bag, opened the cap, and wrote a string of numbers on the inside of his left wrist.

His arm was very strong. His full muscles pushed his skin tight. Blue veins popped under the skin. His forearm was covered with gray tattoos that disappeared into the cuffs above his elbow.

"Will you call me in three days?" You smiled. "Is that what you men call the rule of 'no contact until three days later'?"

Barney, who was sitting in the booth behind you, started to move again.

"What?"

The side of his face accidentally rubbed against your lips. As if he didn't understand what you meant, he asked anxiously, "Can't I contact you today?"

He was so cute.

You chuckled softly. "As you wish."

"Okay." He took a deep breath. He stood up straight with his hands on the bar. "I … I have to go.".

"Hey, you haven't told me your name yet." You dragged your throat and said, "You haven't told me your name."

He opened his mouth and revealed an expression as if he felt that he was hopelessly stupid. "Eddie!

Eddy Brock. "

The man named Eddy cleared his throat and said goodbye to you. "Then, goodbye, Arya."

“Bye~”

After taking a few steps back, he seemed to be relieved. At this moment of farewell, he finally mustered up the courage to look straight at your face. You looked at him with a smile and reminded him, "Eddy?

If I were you, I would pay attention to my feet when I walk backwards. "

"What?" As soon as he said that, he tripped over the hidden steps at the door and fell down without a care for his image.

You witnessed the scene of the car accident and couldn't help but sigh pitifully.

Eddie ran away as fast as he could.

But then he leaned on the door frame and poked his head in. "Good night!" He said loudly, "Arya!"

Your expression softened involuntarily like ice cream under the summer sun.

"Good night, Eddy."

The man who rushed out of the bar hurried through the night in New York. He chose to walk in a secluded alley. His face under the hoodie was occasionally illuminated by the street lights at the end of the alley.

[Coward.]

"What!?" Eddy said, "It's your fault!"

[Oh … Eddy, you're a coward who shirks responsibility.

Who was the one blushing just now?]

Eddy gritted his teeth. "Next time!

Next time, if you mutter when I talk to her … "

[What will you do?]

"I'll go to the loudest disco in New York."

[… Bastard.]

The crying and screaming at night were hidden in the deep alleys. Eddy glanced in the direction of the sound and turned his feet there.

"Don't use your left hand later. Don't dirty my number."

[Oh … Arya, good girl. I like her.]

"Are you ready to be a hero?"

[Ready … haha … enjoy the liver.]

"… Disgusting."