~The one that got away.~

(Time: 8:00 PM)
(Location: The restaurant "Spirit". High class chain of Japan's rich territory, owned by Takagi's elusive father.)
(~After leaving OMEGA due to his lack of interest, Takagi has just planned a night for himself, by surrounding himself in the rich joys of his own wealth. Plagued, by his hidden love for a familiar face from the past.~)

But with old friends, come new enemies...

As Takagi stepped out of his car to delights of his own father's commercial, but pricey restaurant, he gave out a sigh and a wide grin brushing off his smart suit for a night of what things he enjoyed more than anything, fine dining, and the complexity, the pure enjoyment of socialising with that of the rich, the only things he really cared about in life aside his commentating job for the AFW. "A lot more fitting evening than wasting my time with the OMEGA rats..." he said, handing over his jacket to one of the snivelling nosed butlers, who quickly scampered off to serve the guests as best as they could, "OMEGA couldn't even pay off they're recent tax evasions, such poor fools..." Takagi thought, coldly, as it was right, OMEGA was on its last legs from the invasion of his father's companies in the city, buying out the rights, making the rich boy feel a lot better of himself...than thinking of Makie and the rest of them.

But for him, tonight was a time of relaxing, sitting himself at a table on the top floor of the "Spirit", a highly expensive restaurant in the upper class district's of Tokyo, surrounded by the glitz and grime of the rich paradise, almost like it was sealed off from the rest of the city like a fortress keeping out the poor. Ordering himself a small glass of the drabble the Spirit served, Takagi gave out a tired sigh as he stared on to the skyline across from him, sipping the glass now and then while servant's, customer folk alike, passed through the the top floor, "perhaps someday......I should build a tower right there..." Takagi smiled looking through the waverley vision of the glass, observing the open space across from the lit up AFW arena, "far out of the reaches of the arena, but a place of power.....dominance, over all...without the need for my father's interference..." he said, thinking of his ghostly father who only met him here and then for "bonding" time, something they neither enjoyed, but angered Takagi of his father's long, old superiority over the company. Even the thought of the night he took Talia out, right after they're match, mystified him the slightest, wondering why she wanted to ditch him so fast when they were having a pure sense of fun...

Always thinking of the day he would soon seize the opportunity to take over, make things, the way he wanted to see them in the country of Japan's high life territory, by taking the money to spend on the spoils of cars, jets, building development and women....even Talia too, giggling to himself quietly as he took another sip, slouched down in the chair he was sat in.

"This isn't what we ordered," a male customer complained to the waitress. A middle aged man wearing a fancy suit and watch was sitting with what appeared to be his supermodel girlfriend/wife. "My girl specifically asked for the Kobe Steak to be medium well, she doesn't like it this undercooked. Take it back." He pushed the plate to the edge of the table and nearly into the waitress's side. The girl gritted her teeth. She knew very well the girl asked for medium rare, she had written it down. Clearly, she must not have known what medium rare actually meant. But the waitress just nodded her head, took the plate, and brought it to the back. The customer is always right. Especially when they're wrong. A few minutes later, she brought the Kobe steak back out and placed it on the table. "Here you go, miss. I hope it's to your liking this time." Both the man and his girlfriend just looked at the waitress who smiled and walked away. As she got to one of her other tables, though, a waiter pulled her aside and asked, "Talia- Are you okay?"

She nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Why?" The waiter gestured back to her table where the two customers were still looking right at her. "You just slammed that woman's plate on the table and yelled at her!" Talia then realized she had been clenching her fists rather tightly. "Look, you need to cool off. Take my tables upstairs and I'll handle yours. There's only one guy right now. He's a high roller and just having a few drinks, take care of him." As much as she wanted to argue, Talia couldn't. More than just the customers she yelled at were looking at her and she needed to get away from it all.

The now brown-haired girl climbed the steps and noticed a single man sitting at a table in the corner. Talia walked up behind him and asked, "Excuse me sir, can I get you anything else?" without realizing just yet who he was.

[quote="TaliZorah":1ryzayda]"This isn't what we ordered," a male customer complained to the waitress. A middle aged man wearing a fancy suit and watch was sitting with what appeared to be his supermodel girlfriend/wife. "My girl specifically asked for the Kobe Steak to be medium well, she doesn't like it this undercooked. Take it back." He pushed the plate to the edge of the table and nearly into the waitress's side. The girl gritted her teeth. She knew very well the girl asked for medium rare, she had written it down. Clearly, she must not have known what medium rare actually meant. But the waitress just nodded her head, took the plate, and brought it to the back. The customer is always right. Especially when they're wrong. A few minutes later, she brought the Kobe steak back out and placed it on the table. "Here you go, miss. I hope it's to your liking this time." Both the man and his girlfriend just looked at the waitress who smiled and walked away. As she got to one of her other tables, though, a waiter pulled her aside and asked, "Talia- Are you okay?"

She nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Why?" The waiter gestured back to her table where the two customers were still looking right at her. "You just slammed that woman's plate on the table and yelled at her!" Talia then realized she had been clenching her fists rather tightly. "Look, you need to cool off. Take my tables upstairs and I'll handle yours. There's only one guy right now. He's a high roller and just having a few drinks, take care of him." As much as she wanted to argue, Talia couldn't. More than just the customers she yelled at were looking at her and she needed to get away from it all.

The now brown-haired girl climbed the steps and noticed a single man sitting at a table in the corner. Talia walked up behind him and asked, "Excuse me sir, can I get you anything else?" without realizing just yet who he was.