“Can I have your number, please?” A man approached Veronica and asked for her phone number, but she turned away from him. “Excuse me, miss.” he asked again.

“You are excused,” she replied.

“Geez,” he shook his head and walked away.

“Hmph, every Tom, Dick, and Harry wants my number these days,” she murmured to herself and then walked up to a waiter. His handsome features struck her ego at once. Tall and charming, especially with the long ponytail he had. His thick eyebrows were an added attraction. If only he wasn’t a mere waiter, she wouldn’t mind asking him out on a date, she thought. “What’s with that ponytail?” she still ended up starting a conversation with him.

“It’s a wig, ma’am.”

“Eh?” she was shocked. “I should have known. What do you do by the way, other than serving drinks, I mean.”

“I follow people from the shadows,” he replied with a blank expression.

“You mean…” she observed his expression. “Stalking?”

“Something like that,” he said, maintaining the poker face.

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