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how well behaved
you are.”
“I’ll have the walnut-smoked
lamb chops please,” she ordered quickly. The waiter nodded and turned towards
Sato.
“I’ll have the Gnocchi and a
bottle of champagne,” he replied passing the menu back to the waiter.
The waiter soon returned with
Sato’s champagne. He delicately poured the bubbly liquid into both their
glasses, and took his leave.
“So, what is it you wanted to
talk about?” he asked, sipping the champagne.
“I want to show you something,”
she said, reaching for her cell phone. She searched through the gallery
function and showed him the picture taken together with Yuki. Sato looked at
the photo impassively. She wondered if he recognised Yuki but he just continued
drinking his champagne.
“Is he the guy that dumped
you?” Sato asked.
“Yes.”
“Forget him.” Their food arrived
at this moment. Mimi didn’t expect Sato to react this way. “But you were the
one who said not to give so easily,” she hissed, after the waiter left.
“That was before I knew the guy
was Yuki. You’re just going to get hurt.” He finished the glass of champagne in
one gulp.
“It’s impossible, isn’t it?”
Mimi said, turning her attention towards the lamb dish. The food was probably
delicious, but Sato’s words just left her with a bitter aftertaste.
“Nothing is more complicated
than dating a pop idol,” he stated. Mimi glanced at Sato apprehensively, but he
said nothing more. Mimi ate her dinner in silence while he resumed his
champagne-guzzling marathon. Before she knew it, Sato was lying flat on the
table, knocked out.
Mimi poked him with her finger,
“Sato? Are you okay?” He didn’t budge. She sighed and wondered what to do next.
At this moment, the waiter came and told Mimi that he would help drive the both
of them home.
“Really? Does he do this
often?” He nodded matter-of-factly and helped to lift Sato into his car,
placing him in the back seat.
“If you don’t mind, I think you
should sit at the back with him, in case he needs anything,” suggested the
waiter as he pressed a button on the dashboard. The roof of the convertible
came on and covered the car. Mimi reluctantly complied and was sitting next to
the producer. Sato slumped his body against hers with his head leaning on her
shoulder. His breath smelt of champagne, which she hated to admit, smelt rather
heavenly. The backseat of the convertible was pretty compact and Mimi felt
squashed. Sato was sitting on her right hand and she had no choice but to place
her hand around his body to avoid getting a bad case of pins and needles.
With his face being that close
to her, she couldn’t help but to observe him. He really had rather long
eyelashes for a man and there was a faint scar on his left eyelid.
Unconsciously, Mimi reached out and touched his scar. Actually, he’s quite
handsome when he’s quiet, thought Mimi. Despite the fact that she shared the
same house with him, she really didn’t know anything about him.
Sato started to mumble in his
drunken slumber, “I’m sorry, Hiroki.”
*
Yuki lingered outside the CEO’s
office and hesitated knocking on the door. It has been ten years since he first
met the CEO yet seeing him always filled Yuki with a sense of dread. He took a
deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” sang a voice from the other side. Yuki
entered to see the CEO at his desk, looking through a bunch of photos. “Mr Kon,
you wanted to see me?”
Kon was in his sixties but had
a fit and buff body. He was wearing a black turtle neck and a white jacket,
while his grey hair was slicked back. Mr. Kon used to be a famous enka
(Japanese traditional music) singer in his twenties and thirties, strutting on stage
in flashy kimonos and enticing
you are.”
“I’ll have the walnut-smoked
lamb chops please,” she ordered quickly. The waiter nodded and turned towards
Sato.
“I’ll have the Gnocchi and a
bottle of champagne,” he replied passing the menu back to the waiter.
The waiter soon returned with
Sato’s champagne. He delicately poured the bubbly liquid into both their
glasses, and took his leave.
“So, what is it you wanted to
talk about?” he asked, sipping the champagne.
“I want to show you something,”
she said, reaching for her cell phone. She searched through the gallery
function and showed him the picture taken together with Yuki. Sato looked at
the photo impassively. She wondered if he recognised Yuki but he just continued
drinking his champagne.
“Is he the guy that dumped
you?” Sato asked.
“Yes.”
“Forget him.” Their food arrived
at this moment. Mimi didn’t expect Sato to react this way. “But you were the
one who said not to give so easily,” she hissed, after the waiter left.
“That was before I knew the guy
was Yuki. You’re just going to get hurt.” He finished the glass of champagne in
one gulp.
“It’s impossible, isn’t it?”
Mimi said, turning her attention towards the lamb dish. The food was probably
delicious, but Sato’s words just left her with a bitter aftertaste.
“Nothing is more complicated
than dating a pop idol,” he stated. Mimi glanced at Sato apprehensively, but he
said nothing more. Mimi ate her dinner in silence while he resumed his
champagne-guzzling marathon. Before she knew it, Sato was lying flat on the
table, knocked out.
Mimi poked him with her finger,
“Sato? Are you okay?” He didn’t budge. She sighed and wondered what to do next.
At this moment, the waiter came and told Mimi that he would help drive the both
of them home.
“Really? Does he do this
often?” He nodded matter-of-factly and helped to lift Sato into his car,
placing him in the back seat.
“If you don’t mind, I think you
should sit at the back with him, in case he needs anything,” suggested the
waiter as he pressed a button on the dashboard. The roof of the convertible
came on and covered the car. Mimi reluctantly complied and was sitting next to
the producer. Sato slumped his body against hers with his head leaning on her
shoulder. His breath smelt of champagne, which she hated to admit, smelt rather
heavenly. The backseat of the convertible was pretty compact and Mimi felt
squashed. Sato was sitting on her right hand and she had no choice but to place
her hand around his body to avoid getting a bad case of pins and needles.
With his face being that close
to her, she couldn’t help but to observe him. He really had rather long
eyelashes for a man and there was a faint scar on his left eyelid.
Unconsciously, Mimi reached out and touched his scar. Actually, he’s quite
handsome when he’s quiet, thought Mimi. Despite the fact that she shared the
same house with him, she really didn’t know anything about him.
Sato started to mumble in his
drunken slumber, “I’m sorry, Hiroki.”
*
Yuki lingered outside the CEO’s
office and hesitated knocking on the door. It has been ten years since he first
met the CEO yet seeing him always filled Yuki with a sense of dread. He took a
deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” sang a voice from the other side. Yuki
entered to see the CEO at his desk, looking through a bunch of photos. “Mr Kon,
you wanted to see me?”
Kon was in his sixties but had
a fit and buff body. He was wearing a black turtle neck and a white jacket,
while his grey hair was slicked back. Mr. Kon used to be a famous enka
(Japanese traditional music) singer in his twenties and thirties, strutting on stage
in flashy kimonos and enticing
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