a competitive sport with real enthusiasm. Unintentionally, this daydream ended quickly when she heard her name shouted across the shop. "Excuse me," and with that she vanished again the way she had come.Still a bit perplexed, Mokuba looked at his big brother. He didn't even know that from him. If he ever wanted to talk to someone, it was probably just a business partner with a large wallet, Seto hardly ever got anything else under contract. But why had he asked for her name? And what was even more interesting was the question of what that was supposed to be.That wasn't my big brother, Mokuba stated to himself. He had always believed that he knew them inside out, that he could not fool him. But that look, what was it?
"Big brother ...?", He broke the silence of the two, but winced immediately when the blue eyes were on him.