Inside a rather elegant-looking pub, two men could be seen seated before the bar counter. One of the men, a rather old individual with greying temples, leaned against the high table before him while the other sat with his back straightened.
"The kids have grown. Don't you think so?"
One of the men said, his voice calm as if draped in nostalgia.
The other men with the slouched backs stared at the glass filled with golden liquid placed atop the high table. His expression seemed poised as if he had nothing to care about.
Then he extended one of his arms as he grabbed the glass of liquor before him.
Just as he grabbed the glass, his wrinkle lines became vivid as a smile appeared on his face.
"Indeed. These kids are the best among the ones I have taught till now…" Nozomi said while swirling the glass of liquor he held in his hands, the golden liquor shimmered like liquid gold.
