Nord, warehouse 4.
Alex had returned to his previous position, to wait for the arrival of the shipment that he had been expecting.
He unconsciously continued to rub the spot that Nana slapped, although it wasn't painful, he still felt a bit embarrassed.
"I think she put quite a bit of strength in that slap, if not…" He uttered in dissatisfaction.
['She ruined my reputation in front of that beauty,'] Al sighed, still about Charlotte. ['Nevertheless, there's nothing this old Al can't fix with his tongue.'] He uttered confidently, not losing hope in Charlotte.
"Why do you keep mentioning her? I get that she's beautiful and hard to resist, but it's not like we haven't met other ladies that fit this category." Alex asked.
['Boy, what do you know about beauty?']
"Well, there's Grace, Lillian the succubus, there's Camilla too—" Alex started but got interrupted by Al.
