The ashtray in front of Don Quixote was already piled high with cigarette butts. The acrid smell of smoke hung in the air within ten feet of him.
He didn't respond to Li Wei's teasing remark. He just silently took another drag from his cigarette before speaking slowly.
"Oh—the date," he said, pausing as if trying to recall something from a decade ago. "It was fine. We just talked about work the whole time."
"Er... never mind why you'd talk about work on a Friday night date," Li Wei said, sitting down next to Don Quixote with a concerned expression. "You look like you're in a bad mood."
"Do I look like I'm in a bad mood?" Don Quixote asked, surprised. He then let out a dry laugh. "I'm thinking about something big. Something that could let me make a complete comeback."
"What is it?" Li Wei asked, grabbing a six-pack of beer from the fridge. "Will I get to share in the rewards?"
