Zeke took a closer look. It was Levi, with his trademark dead-fish eyes.
Zeke sighed. "I thought an honored guest had arrived. Turns out it's you."
"Hmm?" Levi narrowed his dead-fish eyes.
"Of course, of course, you're an honored guest too." Zeke waved his hands hurriedly and laughed.
"Has my daughter been learning baseball here?" Levi asked.
"Hey, hey, hey, you're not going to become the kind of father every teenage girl hates and forbid your daughter from coming here just because I'm a middle-aged man, are you?"
"No. I'm planning to learn too," Levi said calmly.
Zeke raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then I'll definitely give you a discount."
"I'll just have my daughter teach me."
"Professional work should be left to professionals. Your daughter..."
"If my daughter can't teach me, that means you've been cheating her out of her money. I won't let you get away with that," Levi threatened.
"I never charged your daughter," Zeke muttered.
Levi paused slightly at that. He picked up a baseball bat. "This one feels right. Feels just like the blades I used to hold. How much? I'll take it."
Zeke silently held up four fingers.
"Forty?"
Zeke shook his head.
"You want four hundred for a baseball bat made of wood?"
Zeke shook his head.
"Four... thousand..." The corner of Levi's mouth twitched.
"This is a limited edition. It's not made of ordinary wood, you know. It's made from redwood that only grows in the tropics. That's why a bat like this feels like a blade in your hand."
"Too expensive. Forget it. Just get me any bat and put it in my car. And thanks for looking after my daughter." Levi put down the bat, left a banknote, then turned and walked away.
Zeke stood stunned for a moment at Levi's