Jun's target found himself attended by a pleasant waitress as well. The man leaned back, one of his guests obscuring her view of his face. The woman attending him seemed confused at first, and then nodded. They seemed to have made an exchange, and then she made her way towards the kitchen a long with the woman who was serving Jun.<br/><br/>They both left the kitchen at the same time, though the kunoichi's waitress arrived soon after with a cup of sake for her. He was served a drink as well, and he sipped it idly before looking over his shoulder at the window behind him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Maki smiled and tilted her head to the side, "Your mother and father... I wish I could say knew them. I was pretty young when the war ended. I wasn't even a genin yet. Still, it's good that people like that are still..."<br/><br/>She wanted to say 'still around', but that was the thing. His parents<em>weren't</em>still around. Did they die because of it? Did his idealistic feelings send him to an early grave? "Are still... not forgotten." She corrected, though it seemed hollow.<br/><br/>"Maybe some day... we'll live in a world where ninja don't have to live this way. I guess then, we'd be better off hoping that we'll live in a world where ninja aren't needed." The jounin shook her head and shrugged.<br/><br/>She approached the youth, caressing his cheek with her hand after he spoke. "Special just being myself, ah? How sweet of you."<br/><br/>Her hand dropped, and Maki turned away. 'He's still so young...' She thought. It comforted her a little, but all in all the woman was rather melancholy after this little talk. She looked at one of her hands in contemplation, fingers slightly burned from the technique.