Oscar Cooper and his manager, David Jones, arrived in the new city. David accompanied Oscar to his new apartment. Upon entering, Oscar took a look at his new temporary home. It wasn't the most luxurious thing in the world, but it was acceptable. It wasn't that big either.

"This is fine with me," Oscar said, with a mixture of resignation and determination. How long will I be here?

—Don't worry, we just arrived. We'll be here until I get a decent place where you can fight again. Resist. Remember this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't beaten up your old manager.

"He deserved it," Oscar replied, as his eyes fell on a painting hanging in the room.

"So, we wait for time to pass... Then, when everything calms down, I plan to fight again," Oscar said.

-Of course. If you want, you can look for some temporary work. There is a very popular club around here where you could work as a bartender. If you stay here doing nothing, you will get bored. Although we have enough money to last a long time, thanks to your fights," David responded with a smile.

"I don't know," Oscar answered. Although maybe I'll consider it. It would be better than being here doing nothing.

—Yes, I only ask that you not attract attention in this city. Remember that you are hanging by a thread," David warned him.

His representative left Oscar's apartment, but first left him the address of the place, in case Oscar was interested in going.

Oscar was left alone. He lay down on the bed, trying to think more clearly. Night was almost falling.

Determined, he stood up. I was going to go to the club; perhaps he would have a little fun there, instead of sitting around doing nothing.

He left his apartment and locked everything. He walked the streets for a while, enjoying the cool night breeze. He asked several people about the address his representative had given him, since he did not know the city well.

Finally, he managed to arrive. Seeing the club from the outside, he realized that it was quite large. Emotion began to invade him before entering.

Oscar entered the club and was fascinated. It was quite big and nice, with pool tables and other table games to gamble on. The music was vibrant and there were many people enjoying the atmosphere.

However, Oscar only had one goal in mind. He looked towards the bar part and started walking towards it.

When he arrived, he approached the bartender to talk to him.

—Hey, excuse me, do you know if there's room here to work? —he asked him.

"I'm not in charge of that," the bartender responded while shaking a drink. You have to talk to those in charge; They will tell you if there are vacancies.

The bartender indicated with a gesture, pointing to a table where some men were gathered laughing and drinking alcohol.

"Thank you," Oscar said to the bartender.

Oscar walked towards those men and stopped in front of their table.

—Excuse me, gentlemen, do you know if there are any vacancies to work here?

—No, we don't know. "Wait, we'll tell our boss," one of them responded.

One of the men picked up the phone and called someone.

—Excuse me, boss, is there any work left? "There's a boy here who wants to know," he said quietly.

The man quickly hung up the phone after listening to his boss.

—Yes, there are vacancies, boy. We need another bartender. If you are interested...

Oscar smiled; It was just what I needed.

"Yes, of course I want it," he responded enthusiastically.

—Okay, you'll start tomorrow. "Now you can do something else," said the man.

Oscar nodded, excited. He walked away from the table and immersed himself in the atmosphere of the club again. He leaned against a column, observing the panorama around him.

Suddenly, Oscar fixed his gaze on a waitress who was handing out drinks. I couldn't stop looking at her; He was delighted just by seeing her.

The girl's hair, with waves at the end, sent chills through his body.

"I think I fell in love," he murmured softly. No! What is happening to me? I don't usually fall in love easily, and even less so just by looking. But... she has something different.

Oscar felt confused with himself. I didn't want to miss that opportunity and I was determined to go talk to him. He adjusted his jacket and began walking towards her, slowly but determinedly.

The girl leaned against a table, apparently taking a moment to rest before resuming her work.

Suddenly, Oscar appeared in front of her.

"Hello," Oscar said. Nice to meet you, I'm Oscar Cooper and I'm 28 years old.

The girl looked at him, surprised that someone would talk to her out of the blue.

-Hello! —she responded with a smile—. Nice to meet you. Do you want a drink?

Her attitude was pleasant and her smile lit up the atmosphere, which left Oscar even more in love.

"No," he said nervously. I didn't come for a drink... I'm here because, you know, I just wanted to chat. What is your name?

The girl looked around, as if she was feeling a little uncomfortable.

—I'm Miranda Philips, I'm 26 years old. So you didn't come for a drink?

Miranda kept turning around, as if she didn't want to be seen with him.

—Hey, calm down. I see you a little uncomfortable. The last thing I want is for you to feel like this. If I make you uncomfortable, tell me and we'll fix it," Oscar said.

—No, it's not you... I think it's better that we don't continue talking. I should be working. "Excuse me," Miranda said, about to leave.

But Oscar gently took her arm.

—Hey, where are you going? Don't leave me here like I'm not talking to you. Tell me what's happening.

At that moment, a man put his hand on Oscar's jacket. He felt the grip and turned his face, looking at the guy.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" —the man said to Oscar—. Keep working, Miranda. You know very well what is not good for you.

Miranda left the place, leaving the two men alone.

—What's happening? I was just talking to the girl.

—Listen to me well, sock. No one can talk to Miranda without the boss's authorization.

-Boss? What do you mean? That Miranda is part of someone? Don't tell me that nonsense. She is nobody's property.

—Did you not listen to what I told you? Or are you deaf? —the man stressed. Get out of here if you don't want to get hurt.

The guy pushed Oscar toward the exit, throwing him out of the club like he was a nuisance. At that moment, Oscar restrained himself; He decided not to do anything that might attract attention and complicate things even more.

Once outside, he stood on the sidewalk, feeling a mixture of confusion and anger inside. Why wasn't he allowed to talk to Miranda? His mind was filled with disturbing questions: Was she really okay? What was happening inside the club that was keeping him away?

The cold of the night bit his skin, but what hurt him most was the uncertainty. Every second he spent without hearing from her fueled his worry. He looked towards the entrance of the club, wishing things were different.