His uncle named Sebastian woke him up early that morning.
'I thought I was invited here for a vacation.' he said to himself as he scratched his head as he walked out the door of his room. Arriving at the kitchen he caught up with the old man who was having coffee at the dining table.
"I'm sorry Clyde, you know how your cousin is." the man said to him as he saw him.
The young man just walked in front of the glass rack and took a mug there and made a coffee, before going to the dining table with his mug.
"Is my motor still there?" he asked as he sat down in the chair.
"Yeah, it's still there I already asked your cousin to clean it up."
When breakfast was over, the young man went up to his room to tidy himself up.
"Why didn't that man check the things he was carrying first?" said the young man who seemed annoyed.
It would have been nice if his cousin had brought only a little home. But the problem was he brought back home three boxes filled with condiments and other kitchen utensils when he was shopped at the mall yesterday afternoon. When he was able to fix himself, the young man hurried downstairs.
"I will go now," he shouted in the kitchen where his uncle was still there reading the newspaper.
"All right, be careful." the old man replied.
About an hour later, he reached the bar where he would deliver the goods. "Looks like I arrived too early," he said to himself when he saw that it was closed.
The young man got off his motorbike and looked around the building in front of him. The young man thought of walking to the back with the thought that someone was there. When he turned the door lock, it was already open. The young man slowly entered to see if anyone was inside, but it was very quiet inside.
"The owner of this bar is very careless, can't he realize that he may be robbed because of what he's doing." the young man spoke to himself.
During his tour of the kitchen, he found himself at the far end of the kitchen where there was a shelf to hold things that looked new and some of them seemed to be more expensive. But what grabbed his attention the most were the knives of different sizes and designs on their handles. The young man was about to touch it when he heard the entrance door open. The young man would have greeted whoever the newcomer was who he thought was the owner of the bar himself. When he heard someone speak.
"Don't make any noise. Maybe soon that arrogant one will come too."
The young man used his senses to feel the newcomer. There are six big men, and they have huge bodies. The bone of whoever collides with them will surely be crushed by manual combat if he has no fighting experience. About an hour later the young man's motorcycle was heard coming from outside the building. He could also see from his vantage point the gradual entry of a handsome man who did not seem far away from his age. It can’t be said to be pure American, even if he speaks pure english, because like him the other can be heard with an accent identifiable that it didn’t grow up in that area.
'Mexican accent huh' the young man said to himself as he just watched what was happening inside.
From how the newcomer crossed over to how it drove away its unexpected guests. When the man went inside the very counter of the bar he still watched him from where he stood. Until he noticed him going into the kitchen. Because of the confusion, he did not know if he would face him or just run out the back door. But he also thought that he might be mistaken for this thief or maybe he was with those he had encountered before. When the man was ready to walk, the young man in the kitchen moved quickly. He leaned over one of the tables there and pulled out a chair before laying his head in his arms then pulling out the earphone attached to his cellphone and amplifying its volume.
'Among all of the things that you can think of Clyde, pretending to be asleep, really?" he said to himself.
When the man got to the kitchen he could feel it's every step approaching him. When a large pot fell next to him, he was really surprised because it was so strong that he turned over to stand. When he stood up, the man was in front of him. And he wasn't mistaken that he was almost as tall as he was. He wore black long sleeves and jeans. When he spoke French which he meant even though he could speak and understand English words he noticed the annoyance on the other's face. But not long after their conversation, bullets were raining around them.
"I only just delivered things here, I'm going to die here," the young man said to himself as he bent down so that he wouldn't be hit by a bullet.
Just a few seconds later, the firing of whoever released the bullets stopped, followed by the footsteps from outside. And when the man offered him his gun he refused it. Yes, he knows how to use a gun but it feels different to him when he holds knives. And when someone entered the door, he immediately threw the knife at him, before the man could open the door he was ready for them. And that was exactly what happened next. He does not have a habit of interfering in other people's fights, but right now he is also involved. What he just didn’t expect was that the man who owned the bar had an interest in his name, and he also couldn’t forget the feeling of him glancing at the other for one last time before he walked out of its bar. He seemed to have seen the latter somewhere but he could not remember where and when.