The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 6*

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"My charm is just overflowing; any man who catches a glimpse of me will fall head over heels. It's my style." But as he thought this line over and over again, he'd been pondering it ever since he left home, driving along. That didn't mean his journey was completely aimless, though.

He had a destination, and he had a purpose for this trip.

This time, he had thoroughly checked that the new burger joint, which also served craft beer, closed at 10 p.m. He wouldn't show up late like last time. He made it to see Fadel right when his watch read 9:45 p.m.

Bison wasn't at the restaurant; it seemed he had a late-night date with his best friend, Kan. Today, his task was to ensure Fadel got home after midnight, one way or another.

He parked his car in the restaurant's lot, unable to shake the thought that Fadel must have some serious money to rent this spot for a burger joint. It had been vacant for a long time because of the high rent. Yet, the rough-faced owner, who seemed like a ruthless guy, appeared at ease, even with only a few customers trickling in each day.

Style checked his breath, his body odor, and the lingering scent of engine oil on his clothes, which somehow turned into a clean, refreshing fragrance. Outside of work, Style's lifestyle could definitely be described as somewhat refined.

After meticulously checking his appearance and feeling confident, his "I-Like" syndrome kicked in again. The handsome guy stepped out of his car and headed to the front door, where the sign still indicated the place was open.

His legs shook a little. Despite his confidence in his own charm, he wasn't so sure about Fadel. Who knew if that guy would be sitting there sharpening a knife or polishing a gun?

The bell at the entrance chimed, and Style was surprised at how well he remembered the sound of the burger joint's bell.

"Yes?" came the greeting. The wide restaurant was empty except for Fadel, who was in full uniform and showed no signs of closing up anytime soon.

"Hello! Can I get a burger and a beer to make my day perfect?"(Said in English)

"You again?"

"Come on, treat your customers better. I got off work early today, so I came to support you. Last time I came, you were already closed. I'm here while you're still open. If you don't serve me, I'll leave you a half-star review."

Sigh "What do you want to eat?"

"Thanks, you're awesome." (Said in English)

"Just pick what you want quickly. I'm about to close the kitchen. And stop mixing English and Thai words like that-it's pretentious."

"Honestly, since the day you were born, have you ever spoken nicely to anyone?"

"Yeah, but that person would never be you." Fadel wasn't sharpening any knives, and if he had a gun, it was safely tucked away, not out for polishing. Seeing an annoying pest like Style was enough to get his blood boiling, yet he reminded himself that Style was technically here as a customer.

The important thing was that he hadn't shut off the grill yet, since he was in the middle of testing out a new menu item.

"Don't hate me too much. Be careful; if we keep this up, we might end up in love."

"Just pick something from the menu."

"Hmm... What should I eat? Do you have anything that's not too fattening? Lately, I feel like my face looks rounder, so I want to watch my diet a bit."

"How about my foot? Guaranteed zero calories."

"Mr. Fadel, is that why your restaurant's so empty? Do you serve your customers a dish of sass?"