"Hello, teacher!"
"Hello, student!"
The conversation in the carriage suddenly fell silent from their loud greeting, and not caring about the gazes of those around them, the two maniacs sang and danced, clinking glasses.
After the excitement, Oscar seemed to remember something, and he said.
"Oh right, this is Buscalo, my friend, he's a doctor."
As he spoke, he introduced Buscalo, who wore an awkward grimace on his face. Before he could continue, Lorenzo shouted first.
"Nice to meet you! Mr. Buscalo."
He reached out with a friendly hand, but Lorenzo's face was full of murderous intent, a look of "I'll kill you if you say too much."
Buscalo nodded hesitantly and replied, nice to meet you.
Happy?
Well, it was indeed something to be happy about; at least this time, Lorenzo, the lunatic, didn't point that damned shotgun at his head.
Thinking this, Buscalo touched his bald forehead and wiped off the sweat.
