Bakster hit his head on the table, he couldn't even pay for her meal quick enough, he needed to work on his speed. he hit his head again remembering fighting and real life are different. He sighed, she was such a nice girl, she was one of the only friends he had. Bakster got up and began walking home, so people would tell him he was great, others said the other man should have one, but he didn't pay them any mind.