"You haven't met the old hags I know." And he said this in a completely serious tone. Because working in a bar of course implied that he came across all kinds. Including elderly women with mean right hooks.
Subconsciously, he lifted a hand to his eye in an effort to block the man's gaze, his fingers brushing over the area in thought. It had been a couple weeks and still the skin was bruised, although lightly. Sakura knew just the right way to heal it up quick and for that he was appreciative. It must have taken a lot of strength to fix him up rather than to give him another token of her stress to head back home with.
Drawing himself back to the whole point of this meeting, he brought his hand back down and let the smile fade. ". . . I never said I didn't earn it. I want you to know that."
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