'Hitman: 2'

Still, the man was silent.

"Right. You don't want to talk? Fine." Harry angrily said and stayed still on his back. He had no intention of standing up. "I'll stay here until they'll pick you up."

Harry glanced at Tristan. "Are you hurt?"

"No. But, the roof and your table were not." Tristan answered as he looked over his shoulder. Not to mention, the pancakes were wasted. "Your pancakes, too."

Harry didn't know if he should laugh or just keep his mouth shut at Tristan's remark. The situation wasn't suitable for laughter.

"Was that a joke or something?" Harry asked, preventing himself from laughing.

Tristan was obviously in panic so, he knew he wasn't joking and just blurted it unconsciously.

"No. It's just... I haven't eaten half of it yet." Tristan said with that seriousness at the same time a frighted expression on his face.

Both of them looked outside as they heard a series of sirens.

Harry looked down at the man and smirked. "They're here for you. Are you ready?"