"Malin, you didn't come last night, and the card game lost a lot of its buzz without you. However, you missed my sweeping victory; I beat those three lads all by myself," Logan said, cutting into his steak and noticing the lipstick mark on his old friend's face, "Looks like you had some secret stories last night, Malin, on your left cheek."
"Ah, it's nothing." Malin wiped off the lipstick with some embarrassment, took out his handkerchief to dab at his face, and sat down across from Logan. He took the menu from the waiter, "Give me a breakfast set, but replace the pumpkin soup with meat soup, and make it a large."
"Good appetite, truly a giant." Logan chuckled, glancing at his wife, "See, our Mr. Malin doesn't seem to mind the red marks on his face at all."
"That's because he's been roughed up more than you, my dear Mr. Logan," Miriam replied with a smile.
