The two sat at the corner of a restaurant with white marble floors, reflecting the afternoon sun on their faces. The smell of goatmeat peppersoup mingled with the smell of lager beers, as they lose their crowns to eager drinkers ready to savour their sweet-bitter tasye. The gray-haired man said, "I have more than twenty-five years of expertise," then his eyes turned dark,"but only seven years of love".