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"It's impossible."

"What can't happen, come on, how much did you walk? Give it to me."

The first man came in and confidently reached out to Isaac's two big men. A man with one hand stuck in his pants pocket and the other hand looked happy. A slight reminder of his drunkenness was also seen in his cheeks. The smell of alcohol is getting thicker.

Drunk? I'm in trouble. Isaac put down the bag he had in his hand and scratched his cheek. In the meantime, the drunkard was crawling away $100 bills from each of the following two big men and poking them into his pocket.

"Ouch, I've made money, so let's buy a bouquet for the cute little girl."

The drunken man approached with a round smile and touched Isaac's counter with his hands. Only then can you see the face of the drunkard under the bright lights.

It's tangled, but it's noticeably bright blonde, dark Russian blue eyes, thick nose and thick yet sensuous lips. He was such a handsome man that I thought he was a Hollywood actor.

In addition, the muscles of the forearm that are revealed under the sleeves that are roughly folded a couple of times, and the height that overwhelms the opponent, are also unusual.

"A bouquet of flowers--."

"I'm sorry, but business hours have passed."

Isaac, who had been enjoying the handsome face of a drunken man for a while, finally announced his business hours. The drunkard, who is interrupted, tilts his head as if he didn't understand.

"You're such a reckless bastard, aren't you? What do you think you'really? You've left the lights on and the door open so far, what's past business hours? What? You want to see this tiny little store with a harpoon today?”

A large man, whose impression had been distorted by the loss of $100, suddenly pushed his head between the drunk and Isaac and shouted fiercely. I'm really in trouble. I noticed that it was an unusual atmosphere from the first time I came in, but I only sigh when I saw the big man shouting to make a bouquet.

"Jack."

However, contrary to expectations, the overly handsome drunk man simply pressed his hand against the chest of a growling, threatening big man and bit him back. A big man who used to blow his eyes at a monotonous gesture closes his mouth. The drunken man grinned at Isaac. It was a bright and charming smile like the flowers here.

"Look, florist. How about this? I'll double the price of a bouquet. There's also overtime."

“…….”

"Make me a $100 bouquet of flowers. I'll pay you 200 bucks."