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“Then why are you in Tokyo, alone?”
“What about you?” Ross threw back. “Hell, I didn’t hear you mention a lady.”
“I got married last year.” Mangjeol showed Ross a picture of his new bride on his phone.
“She looks, er—nice.”
Mangjeol shrugged. “Meiyumi knows her duty.”
“How romantic.”
“So why haven’t you found a wife yet?”
“Stuck on the wrong one.”
“Tina was never right for you.”
“You never even met her, Manny.”
“But I knew her through reputation. Quinton kept me informed.”
“He’s such a gossip.” Ross scowled. “Hell, why are we even discussing this shit? Begging your pardon, but I don’t need to bematched. I’m done with women.”
“If you cannot pick the right ones, then perhaps someone else can.”
“Damn you, Manny. I said no.”
“What do you have to lose?”
“Marrying a strange hooker you set me up with?”
Now Mangjeol seemed annoyed. “Any woman I bring for you will be a virgin,” he said firmly. “And like I said, I have one in mind.”
“Manny, I said no.”
“A virgin. Black female. American…Sweet as ginger candy. Small, but curved. Like a piece of fine jade.”
“Are you for real? You know a girl like that?”
“Of course. I owe you a debt anyway for the time you saved my life.”
“That was years ago,” Ross said. “I told you already a thousand times you don’t owe me a thing.”
Mangjeol shook his head. “It meant a lot to me. Quinton and the others left me to die. You carried me on your back to the hospital for three kilometers. You waited there all of the next day,” Manny reminded him. “You were a true friend. They nearly kicked me out, but you defended me at risk to yourself.”
“I don’t hold debts over my friends. I’m serious, Manny. Forget it.”
“It’s a matter of honor,” Mangjeol said. He reached into the pocket of his immaculately tailored jacket and pulled out a silver cigarette case. They were hand-rolled in different shapes and sizes. He offered one to Ross, and took one for himself. The waitress came up again, bearing the lighter.
“You worry too much,” Mangjeol said. “Come visit my office tomorrow, and consider it.”
“Fine,” agreed Ross. He was curious to see where Manny worked anyhow. “I’ll come see the place, but I won’t be going home with any females.”
Manny nodded, dragging deeply on his cigarette. His face was unreadable. “It’s been too long, Ross.”
“It has.”
“I’m glad after all these years we can reminisce on the good times.” Manny smiled. “Tell me about being a Private Investigator. It sounds very interesting.”
