Chung-Ho tapped his fingers against the counter while grazing through the messages on his phone. All of them were from women of the past, either trying to recreate a spark that was never there, sending messages of anger, or simply wondering if would be out tonight. None of them received a response. Scrolling back up out of boredom, he spotted the last message his "girlfriend" had sent him. 

[i]If no one else does, she deserves a response.[/i]

Letting out a small sigh, he started responding to her, telling her that he had snuck away from his duties for awhile and, albeit monotonously, told her that he was at the bar. A moment later, she responded with a "Omw" 

He struggled with the acronym. Making up words that could had possibly explained the dumb shortening. [i]Operator. Might. Wish?[/i] he guessed to himself but ultimately feeling he was wrong. Looking around, he spotted a female bartender and as she passed him by -going about her duty- he leaned forwards and as always, in a gentle tone said. "Excuse'me, do you think you can help me out?"