Zheng Juan wasn't the favourite person Ku Lo had met by any stretch of the imagination. A question followed question as Zhen Juan grilled Ku Lo's frail facade of a spy while at times going off-topic, allowing Ku Lo just enough space to calm himself.
These off-topic conversations concerning the next match in the arena and such were much needed, for Ku Lo became sure that this bandit knew of him being a spy.
Still, Ku Lo sat with Zheng Juan in the bar, eating eggs and mustard with him.
"Well, I better get going," Zheng Juan said, starting to nudge off the chair.
With the best 'what a shame' face on, Ku Lo answered, "That's a bummer. We could have talked longer. Yet, if you must leave, there's nothing I can do."
"I'm very busy today. A shift at the food bank. If you wish to talk more see you here tomorrow."
"Same time?"
"Sure," Zheng Juan agreed and left, waving a hand next to his black, shoulder-length hair as a parting gesture.
